Some Angostura
to sour the Summer swelter?
Manhattan project.
Some Angostura
to sour the Summer swelter?
Manhattan project.
Watching the rugby,
cold fingers on my hipflask.
Victory will come.
Older than their years,
Porterhouse dreams come of age.
Oliver’s army.
Three friends in the snug
arguing about Orwell
after last orders.
Summer’s golden rays
radiate tropical heat.
But the spice must flow.
A walk through the pines.
Strawberries upon mountains,
a saga itself.
The flight from Stansted
Brought hubris to Uganda –
Idi Amin’s dram.
He once worked with wood
until it was art. We taste
his long-lost workshop.
Below the window,
the creek snakes through the ravine.
Bourbon and branch time.
Berries from the hedge
sticky-sweet at dusk. Green wood
spits on the bright fire.