Mildread

you devilish delight
always looking for a fight
all for law
and order
made sure
no one crossed your border
capped
and ready to rule
over the best
cuckoo’s finest
captured in your nest

~R.I.P. Louise Fletcher

In(secure)

how can one
secure a future
when one
is insecure

Poetquoet

Depeche Mode – Halo

“I can feel
the discomfort in your seat
and in your head, it’s worse”

I have a voice!

it’s my freedom
it’s my choice
I am my self
I have a voice!

Memories of a classroom: an enumeration of unforgettable odors

perspiration
pot
poo
pee
paper towels
perfume
peppermint
puke
pencils
poppers
pizza
pink erasers
crayons
chalk
and cheese
snot
from sneeze
jeez
cigarettes smoke
made me choke
coffee
tea
horny hormones
arts
and farts
soap
spilled milk
and ink
I think
glue
goo
dog shit
on my shoe
drains
fruit
stains
rubber
blubber
rank
radiators
musky books
bleach
bleechers
dirty looks
make up
teachers
airosol
alcohol
leather
mildew
stew
What about you?

My Groucho moment

I’m wasting my time

I’m wasting my time
wasting time

I simply lose track of it
it’s my daily crime

Poetquoet

Even tho we are still young

even tho
we are still young
I already love you
with all my heart

I may not always stay
with you
but I think
it’s a good start

Love greed

if you feel
the need
to feed
your empty heart
don’t make
another
poor soul bleed

9/11

9/11
some went to heaven
some stayed
we all prayed
24/7

God save the queen RIP

Short fuse

all reason void
stress is your opioid

you have a short fuse
but I love you fiery muse

My deli

I’ve got truffles
I’ve got grapes
I’ve got what you need
I’ve got olives and flaxseed

I’ve got cheeses
I’ve got sweets
something hearty
and other treats

I’ve got a sausage
it’s nice and hot
yet pickled onions
I have not

My Groucho moment

Potatoes she peeled: a poem for my nanna

where to begin
maybe with the small cracks
in her skin
every afternoon
and again soon
she sat down
in a kitchen
basket on her lap
whilst you heard
the water
dripping from the tap
she peeled potatoes
part of her daily chores
that earthy fragrance
ingrained in her pores
taking out the pits
with a tiny knife
the homely joys
she thought
of her daily life

Angry towel

Poetquoet

Black joy

my plea
for my love
this coffee
black joy

freshly
brewed
I feel renewed
oh my, oh boy!