Riddle

Riddle: what is not het, but can fertilise the world? A lezzo!

Riddle: where were you today, atall?

On Facebook a riddle: what does wee-hoo-twei-twati-twew mean?

Birdsong! As I walked along

Riddle: what cracks at humiliation? A hate-crime victim, silly, me,

Chorus Hitler-trump-sing-along-we’re-all-one, no thanks, silly, and public humiliation on and on, and it is a riddle to me, why I crack then, for them, again and again

Where were you? Fertile, like rain, in the air your spirit,

Filling the town with spirits of every realm, past and present, come to watch the procession –

You pass –

But I didn’t see your spirit, come to fertilise poetry in me, to make the earth, in every realm, remember our love, to fertilise it, g,

With your libido

Oh but I’d go for that walk again, public humiliation, I’d endure all hell, till you’re near again, when i see you stately and silent; my queen: new growth again

Life a riddle in you