Monday, 8 December 2025

 


[November]

 homage to thomas hood

“no haiku november”

 

no amount of ornate word

description

gets the beauty of this world

 

no avail sandals straw hat

thirty-six

asks for air conditioning

 

no cigar for bright sparks who

net-zero

reject - future all fire

 

no experience needed

reflection

the whole being listening

 

no fun my babe hang around

spotify

feeling the same old way freaked

 

no hard feelings with flowers

freesias

roses grevilleas bloom

 

no idea what’s next but can guess

predictions

less substantive than feelings

 

no joke how so many old

skyscrapers

and new hold up together

 

no junk mail blocks the airy

letterbox

curio of email time

 

no name brand ignores human

ambition

curving leafing through landscapes

 

no qualms no frills now quaffing

burgundy

no regrets no faults no fear

 

no respite from no limits

news-cycles

decamerons in real time

 

no smoking vaping or e

cigarettes

where the public goes slow burn

 

no standing anytime down

boulevards

of ceaseless late afternoon

 

no theatre no time zones

no u turn

no vacancies no vacuum

 

no worries see you in yes

november

as they say in the classics

 

no yes no yes no yes how

synapses

pass the seconds of yes day

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