October Blues

Blues catch like cold
(but untold and forlorn).
And you sniffle a little,
Then freeze into stone
On your park bench where (flaming
And swirling around)
The leaves that don’t touch you
Will rain on to ground;
Till children and housewives
And candyfloss men
With their lazy cries, crazy lies
Thaw you again.


4 thoughts on “October Blues”

  1. Anyone who objects to the last rhyme shall go and re-read ‘Humpty Dumpty.’ Over and out.

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