Forget the sass of the satirist – spell it out: plain please.
And if some are sulkier for their likenesses and aliases
on-screen for any super-user’s pet pretense
let them fester I say; Continue reading
anagram
season’s anagram (autumn comes)
the wind moans in the cote
as it tunes canto (odd muso)
on manse doors and eaves.
Continue reading
So electrical (2)
Here we are on the edge — to leap or resile
into something new. Continue reading
So anagrammatic
My literal realist (so irate) selects
recital reels, assails me with artless titles —
‘tart’, ‘sl*t’. An iota I’ll alter (retort: all lies!).
Take to the costlier cast; I’ll, the elastic.
Peter Frankis writes 