no time to prepare
what the Judge will say?
puffing bold vibes
no case law found
too much commentary
legislation is clear
no positives today
a magician’s defence
they love poetry
a lil Shakespeare
continuing the puffing
the Judge glares
Category: Poetry
My Beluga
Searching the Ocean
for the pearl Beluga Whale
my precious lady
We met in the depths
a little shocked look at first
she knew no Narwhal
Together we swam
named her princely unicorn
a touch of my tusk
Coming back to me
swimming straight towards her songs
we play together
The Marrows
amongst the marrows
Deep-fried zucchini flowers
waiting to be stuffed
Anglerfish
swimming in the dark
a sweet, petite Anglerfish
thinking about life
longing for a friendly face
listlessly waiting for hugs
Moss Heart
Moss has grown between the cracks
of the path, shrouded in many Winter fogs.
My heart was lost to the sea long ago,
so I walk the path like a forgotten wraith.
Many have come to this place and died
of the fright they feel within their hearts.
My moss heart longs for death.
Longing
longing for Winter
living in the matrix of
Summer and the heat
Three Versions
in the morning fog,
in my morning brain fog,
I sit at a cafe table.
I am eager to type words,
a lil photo of a coffee,
whimsical free Facey post.
Unintended consequences,
uneducated, she thinks,
asking about my comments.
a reactive grumble brews,
a desire to comment,
seeking clarity, edit the post.
—
In the morning fog,
in my morning brain fog,
I sit at a cafe table.
I am eager to type words,
a photo of a coffee,
whimsical free Facey post.
Unintended consequences,
uneducated, she thinks,
cutting into my comments.
A reactive grumble brews,
a desire to comment,
seek clarity, edit the post
—
In the morning fog,
in my morning brain fog,
I sit at a cafe table.
Wordly & eager to type,
a photo of a coffee,
whimsical Facey post.
Unintended consequences,
uneducated, she thinks,
cutting into my comments.
A reactive grumble brews,
a desire to comment,
seek clarity, edit the post
Bee | Nectar
Honey Bee Buzzing
Hanging around like a rose
High on her nectar
Immunity to her sting
Irresistible temptress
Train
moving towards you
riding soporific waves
guided by the moon
Forgetting
dreaming of a fictional scenario
images of a socially acceptable version of myself
devouring the escapist feelings
living within a society obsessed with fame, wealth, privilege
grey hair, wrinkles, and my ideas
losing the ones who thought I was a robot, someone else
missing the signs of your love
fears dissolve into nothingness as you step towards me
forgetting society and myself
C & K 