1. Next The last remaining sapien, today passed on. A bird, a squirrel, many insects observed. A first, since so long ago way back in time, Bird called, not sang, and no person heard. Continue reading “The Beginning of an Epic Poem (edit mode)”
I played sat on a chair bearing no back,
a tune, a jig, a dance for goose and man. They stomped their feet in time, around they spun. Round hole I’d cut, let light inside, showed you, I caught a glimpse of you outside this door. Continue reading “Blank Verse Dream”
Hi there, butterfly!
One, two, three and four and five. Eye, eye, eye, eye, eye.
Photo credit to Erik Karits on Unsplash
I’ve been searching
Through a black and pink coloured cave Trying to see my way ahead Trying hard to be brave
But now I’ve reached some
Big old dusty dead end and I realised way too late Just how to be good friends Continue reading “Why I’m Searching”
when Allan slept Sarah observed
his arches so beautifully curved if caught she might look somewhat absurd no matter, ’cause she felt rather stirred
Allan abided by a routine
his feet received amazing hygiene literally, all sparkling and clean and powdered to encourage a sheen Continue reading “Sarah Slid Down in Her Seat . . .”
Would never wear a hat, As a bat Chooses not to initiate chat. Continue reading “Cat and Bat Synergy”
women and we’re bus drivin’, around your neighbourhood. We only take aboard women (and girls), is that clearly understood? Continue reading “Buses For Women, By Women.”
Keisha, a girl, with an unusual tic.
She’d knee any man met, ’til they were sick. Continue reading “Knee’d”
“you’ve got somethyng to seye? shoot!”
to arthur tolde guynevere. “i have gotte the world on mute, therfore youre soundscape ys cleare.”
“well,” arthur bygan, “it’s the whisperyng knights who shift,
sat unsettlyng around the round table – that awkward over-sized weddyng gifte.” “from my father!” guynevere loud voiced, yn this fable. Continue reading “Shoot!”
I understand how social media,
auction sites and search engines, interweave connections, passing information amongst themselves, without any direct, sapien involvement.
now, I notice my own passing thoughts, birthed in my brain, appear soon afterwards as adverts on the computer screen. Continue reading “Now, I Only Have to Think.”