Littering
Is...

Shooting stars tonight
standing for hours looking up...

lover's eating chips
whilst watching the crab catching...

as the body count
careered out of control those...

writing poetry
for my mirror revealed a...

Slow reticent steps
meet a lonely microphone...

The sculptor breathes once
Releasing formed perfection...

their worries wound up
the - clock ticking torment - of...

A quill quivers its indelible write
His libretto beats with every stroke...

A pocketful of posies.
Will the world fall down...

Choked on swollen heart
Imprisoned words serving life...

juggling with chickens
got no laughs so he sprayed 'em...