Sunshine

S.L. Parry

Bread and butter pudding
and bright beady-eyed skies
watching cake mixture rise

All buttered-up baguettes,
sunshine seeping through cracks,
migration for rain macs.

Rays ridicule dark niches,
Sunshine slapping rain-drops,
icing sugared roof-tops.

Morning murders the night,
the gold highways sent down.
Bottled: it would sleigh frowns.

Soggy cardboard slouches,
the shop shutters curtsy:
God's electricity

A buttercup bounty,
an egg yoke in the sky
intrudes... then bids goodbye.

Sunshine sparks out shadows
like a discarded fag,
marks clocking-off for slags.

Coffee-black skies deceased
the moon moved to his crib.
Letting of the sky: twin leased.

Beckoning birds to sing,
Sunshine – my favourite chum,
electric bulb sub for bums.

A big blob of honey
burning off after taste,
soldering off dewy paste.

---