toast and traffic jam
in the sweaty heat of morning
I shiver
doing marvellously well
startled thoughts awakening to day
hesitate freely
like a smaller wind
beware of the
angry faux fur jacket
the terrifically-funny scarf
and the good natured idea
for thoughts change like thin words
think with fat fonts
think with originality, hope and freshness
sing charmingly, always
by mary ann blinkhorn
he throws fierce tin cans
at half silhouettes
whilst i press on
with tough-soft kindness
dancing with words
missing the paper
in unselfconscious times
energy creates
energy is a dirty lip
energy is not a dirty lip
animated half-truths
in an admired journal
by mary ann blinkhorn
I delight in the strange wisecrack
the faded Knighty
the lost rain check
a fool’s advance
I delight in
the error, the peace
and the quirk
by mary ann blinkhorn
she completes the poem,
LIFE, LOVE AND STUPIDITY
her ink-filled yawn
disguising a cross face
ah, solitude
by mary ann blinkhorn
days later
I am still asleep
walking parallel to
every thought left unspoken
there’s a certain power in that
no parts lost in translation
by mary ann blinkhorn
hollered phrase
comforted by a whisper
let it ride
through hollow ancient times
bypassing today’s onlookers
caressed by tomorrow’s sunflower
its yellow reminder
that without love
it really doesn’t matter
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 
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