little one
on her arm
her nana
meant no harm
when she dropped her
on the floor
when granddad
opened the door
little one
broken in two
nana clueless
what to do
granddad said
I’ll fix her up
I’ll just get
some super glue
Health
Arts n Farts
potential rubble
a creative bubble
let it all out
let the wind blow it through
It may end up in a frame
it may come out with poo
Confessions of a narcissistic mother
after reviewing my recent reflections
I can’t recall the alienation
of my children’s affections
Side effects
the other day
I got a jab,
a vaccine called Pfizer
the nurse said
there’s no side effects
except that I will be much wittier
but none the wiser
I don’t want a jab
I don’t want a jab
said the balloon to the nurse
I don’t think it will help me;
in fact it’s a curse
Navel lint
what’s all this
what’s all that stuff
a tiny cotton tumbleweed
it’s belly button fluff
Food
you smell so good nice,
you taste so fine;
you make me feel so good
I simply cannot live without you;
I’d die without you
food
Veins connecting
little
streams
of blood
guide my fingers
stretching
reaching
gentle
to the touch
grasping
clenching
clutching
-not too much
caressing
holding
folding
molding
unfolding
brains
directing
my moving hands
through veins
connecting
Every era
every era
needs its crisis
now is corona
long after typhus
every era
needs its beauty
to inspire us writers
our moral duty
every era
needs its shit
but I think I may have had
enough of it
I begin to be me
at the end of the day
I begin to be me
Boxing Day?
I’m running
I’m running
on empty
I live on
last fumes
took my foot
off the pedal
to avoid
future glooms
I’m running
out of gas
I have to
pull over
I may
just become
a wandering
wild rover
I’m running
away
but I may be
too tired
I may just
have to walk
to get
reinspired
Forthcoming
forthcoming
was the moment
rising up
to point
myself
in a different direction
as I deprived
myself
and my ego
of sufficient affection
Here’s another fine mess…
Underweight
I Covid
I am
but a silent
invisible hunter
I mix
with the crowd
expect me
to infect thee,
I Covid,
your willing punter
Parasite
I am a leech
a parasite
when I read
your poems
excite me
to recite
and rewrite
your precious words
I suck you dry
and leave you flat
absorbing text
puking it back out
I do all of that
Witty words 