No more

No more petrol
No more plastic
No more transportation
No more farming
No more deforestation
No more fertilizers
No more drilling
No more garbage
No more ignorance
No more talk
No more humans
No more pollution
We need a solution

Interview with a zombie

Hi zombie, what is your name?
Zombie: BWAAINEATAHHH

What’s your favorite meal?
Zombie: RAWHFLESJJJJHHH

When did you decide to become a zombie?
Zombie: AFTAHIDIEDHHH

Have you looked in the mirror lately?
Zombie: ITRIEDBHUDDITCRACKEDDD

Do you feel you need some plastic surgery?
Zombie: DUWILUKETHADBADD????

Were you born with a lisp?
Zombie: NOIGOTSHOTINDAMOUTHHFFF

Well thank you kindly for answering these questions. Have you anything to add or say?
Zombie: YEAHITHINKIMAYYTAKEABITEOUTYOURFATARSE

Excuse me? No don’t no NO NOOOO NOOOOOO!

Death row

strapped
to a gurney
this is
your last journey

off to heaven?
or shall it be hell
who is to say
who is to tell…

Dear Amy

precious jazzy jewel
diamond in the rough
colourful and bright
tender and yet tough

raw voice
with innocent delight
left with struggle
lost her daily fight

afraid of fame
a broken frame
died lonely
with some to blame

a devotee she’ll find in me
dear Amy,
wine in my house
please sing for Me

Cemetery

haven
for forgotten souls
marked by
sagging tombstones
of grandfathers
and newborn babies
absorbed by soil
overgrown
by moss
and lost memories
I dwell in silence
and stroll silently…

I still visit my friend

Hollowcause

lured
caught
assembled
marked
branded
abandoned
kicked
beaten
deported
dragged
shoved
pushed
souls exported
shot
killed
hung
gassed
terminated
cremated
burned
belongings flung
unreturned
the innocent
lost
the Holocaust

Jim’s jar

neglected as he felt
his heart began to melt
at the sight
of your incredible beauty
shining through
your inconsistent nature
and daunted courage
with which you held
the broken pieces
of Jim
in a jar
transparent
yet fragile

until you dropped it…