all in place
my cozy space
filled with things
the sun
and the dust it brings
eventually settling
like me
to some degree
I plot on
so it seems
in my tiny haven
the house
of my dreams
House
I have the hots for you
I have the hots
for you
said the stove
to the pan
I may turn up
the heat,
at least
that is the plan…
The light is always on
the light
is always on
in the house
across the street
every night
till late
at night
the light
is always on
when I turn mine off
late at night…
A Nonymous
A Nonymous
was a shy young man
who came up
with a perfect plan
bought a cabin
in the boonies
to keep away
from all the looneys
glued his postbox
shut the blinds
build a fence
and planted mines
he removed himself
from internet
and stayed at home
all day in bed
turned his phone off
night and day
and put a sign up:
“Stay Away!!”
Shortfused neighbour
you spout and spew
from morning’s dew
if I knew you were like that
I would have got the other flat
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
Screen door
aluminium and mesh
held by squeaky hinges
welcomes
a gentle entry
of air
frequently fresh
oft carried
by a soft summer’s breeze
passing from porch to pantry
keeping bugs at bay
backing the back
and the front door
all seasons
night and day
More flies
more flies
fly in
than they do out
they must like head butting windows
what’s that
all about?
I stick my neck out
I stick
my neck out
for you
said the giraffe
to the mouse
but I can’t see
no cheese
no skirting board
and I don’t see
no house
Mine own towels
cleanse
thy anus well
aft’r thee
emptied thy bowels
thee can useth
mine showeth’r
but don’t foul
mine own towels
For your mother (in law)
Even mouses have tiny houses
The key
the key
is to open
the doors
that are
shut
or to
shut
the doors
that are
open
that is
the key…
Carpet Diem
new house
new day
on the floor
black carpet lay
it has
my constant focus
and I wish I would have gone
with grey
In retrospect
in retrospect
vintage demands
new respect
to that effect
old is the new
we can’t reject
Old knot
old knot
tied up
lays
to rest
rusty
in the gutter
of an abandoned roof
tried its best
to serve
an antenna
at the end
of a cable
keeping
the signal
strong
steady
and stable
Now I’m 64
now that I’m older and lost my hair
I am bald somehow
you stopped sending me a Valentine
no more laughs and now you just whine
tho I don’t go out much and stay at home
you still lock the door
do you still need me, you hardly feed me
now I’m 64
you are older too
and if you say more words
we just may be through
I was so handy, did all the jobs
but you broke everything
you placed my recliner near the fireside
I sat down and me bottom got fried
fell in the garden, I broke my hip
before it began to pour
do you still need me, you hardly feed me
now I’m 64
every summer we went camping near the sea
and in the rain, it was still too dear
we ate chips for tea
no children on our knees
only wasps and flees
write me no letters, don’t give me a sign
I’ll just have a brew
you can’t even hear what I say
I’m hungry here and wasting away
don’t want no answer, but fill out this form
like I asked before
you never need me, I will divorce thee
now I’m 64
~rewrite of When I’m Sixty Four by the Beatles
OCD
the grime
you see
is invisible
to me
The clock
you move forward
and offer me light
but at the end of the day
you shorten my night