After the fall

What poets have
           in common with
disgruntled lovers
           a desire
to give you
           a bit of their lip

true
           the eyes have it
quick to spot
           the nest
with the feathered
           bed

and that’s life
           ear in ear out
the heart beating
           on a conundrum

Out of Eden
           there ran a river
hubble bubble garden
           of toil and trouble
we are all
           fall guys and girls

John Lyons