Little one

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

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

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’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

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