A bit of light wordplay written pre Trump's eviction to lighten my mood whilst watching what seemed to be a love race to failure between leaders.
Two households, both alack in dignity,
(In fair Corona, where we lay our scene),
Where ancient men come under new scrutiny,
And touching handles leaves civil hands unclean,
From forth the fatal grip of this new f...
Saturday 13th February 2021 7:07 pm
My mouth took some months to bloom
My words took some weeks to flower
You and I do not speak different languages
We possess different meanings
“What is the curl of your tongue?
What is the grind of your teeth?
What is the bow in your brows?
What do you mean?”
Your bottom line is neat and fine
Your ballpoint pen bullet-proof
My point is a r...
Sunday 9th June 2019 4:07 pm
“babe, here’s something i just wrote—i think you might like it! it goes like this:
‘the truthful glance you cast upon me felt like concrete poured into a casket
.it crushed me.
crushed me into a pulverized valentine’s card,
you know, the ones with sweet nothings smothered on a canvas donning a bleeding heart;
but this valentine’s card dared to push through to the other side of...
Friday 23rd February 2018 6:44 am