The Bookshop is CLOSEDBookshop HoursThe Bookshop is CLOSED3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Monday – Irregular
Tuesday – Inconsistent
Wednesday – Erratic
Thursday – Variable
Friday – Intermittent
Saturday – Changeable
Sunday – CLOSED
The gentleman who owns the shop next door-
now, I've been watching him for several years.
A quiet sort – he seldom says a word.
He keeps the strangest hours in his shop,
and I'm not sure he's ever sold a book.
He's got a friend who owns an old black car.
Bizarrely antique, if to tell the truth.
A shifty fellow – hides his eyes 'hind shades,
but stylishly dressed in well-cut suits.
This friend comes over frequently, it's true;
at any hour of the day or night.
The bookshop owner always lets him in,
and then they oftentimes will go back out.
Sometimes they will walk south toward St. James's Park,
and sometimes they turn west and head toward Mayfair.
At times they take the car to who knows where?
But mostly, they just stay inside the shop.
It's not my business
Angel SurveillanceI don’t regret what I did in the Garden.Angel Surveillance1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I did was allow them a choice
(it’s more than you or I got).
A dichotomous viewpoint doesn’t allow room for grace
in the execution of Someone’s effin’ ineffable plan
(execution? Hell well could have been mine…but I just kept talking).
I do like these days better.
I watch you from across the room when you think I’m asleep.
Hands that held a flaming sword now carefully turn the vellum pages of ancient tomes.
You pause and, lifting a pen, mark a thought to paper.
Your fingers encircling, grasping the shaft – DAMN your nails are buffed and perfect.
Why do you take better care of your hands than your wings?
You lose yourself in books – what was, instead of what IS.
Come, let’s go to the park and feed the ducks.
You deliberately tear each slice into bite-sized bits, ensuring fairness and impartiality
(the ducks will be fed regardless of your efforts).
At midday you cheerfully prepare a te