Sliding through the coffee table, I shout, “Oh no, I’m stuck!”
My significant other tickles me as I wriggle to be free.
In my struggle, the top of the coffee table comes loose.
I am free, but my favourite cup breaks; there are many tears.
Carpet Burns
Rubbing yourself against
the carpet.
Hoping he will tickle
your feet again.
Bookcase Dilemma
Climbing up the bookcase
trying to find you.
Up and up I climb,
looking at all the
dust and grime.
Spending precious time,
only to find that you
are hiding in the wardrobe.
Cat Nips
Sleeping in bed beneath
the warm covers, until
the cat nips my feet.
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Existential Crisis Cake
Making a cake for you.
Losing the will to live.
I stand in the middle of it all, contemplating sticking my hand in the blender.
Office Walls
Your sadness drips onto the floor, to pool in shadows and soak into the fabric of the building.
Once there, it sits unable to dissipate until others’ happiness does the same.
How odd that you reside in a building unable to balance emotions.
Emmentaler Love
Emmentaler left on the board.
Crackers are few and people many.
Savour a piece to celebrate love.
Sea Plug
in the bathtub
a view of the world
green trees dance
the world is alive
then the world spins
out of time again
images of you and me
the moments of us
lapping sea
within I sit
until I find
the plug
pull it loose
the sea moves away
I sit here
There’s nothing to say
A Sausage of Feelings
I bought a sausage maker. It sat in the cupboard for a decade. Then, one day, I decided to make sausages.
I remember how young you and I were when you bought the machine; we were in our late 20’s? Yes, I think so.
Waists were smaller then, minds were less clouded, hearts less broken, and hope brighter.
I stood before the sausage maker and thought that if I could make the perfect sausage for you, it would contain the following ingredients:
one part happiness
one part hope
one part kindness
one part worth
one part 1000 echo’s from the sea
one part the essence of 100 sunsets and sunrises
one part 1000 snowflake feels
one part essence of 100 people laughing loud
Then I would present it to you, ask you to eat it, and then ask you to look at yourself in the mirror. I would ask you, “What do you see?” I hope you can see the person you are to me, my sweet bear.
Kettle Calling
From the day you were born, that kettle boiled water. The kettle boiled water for tea leaves, tea bags, herbal infusions, night toddies, water for cooking, and water for baking.
That kettle with the white handle and the sky blue frame was always on the bench in the kitchen. The kettle was used by Mum, and Dad would use the kettle when he was desperate.
Then, one day as you sat alone in the kitchen, the kettle started to move. Unable to establish if you are dreaming, you sit up straight, wondering if gumption is the key here?
Instead of silence, the kettle starts to rattle ever so softly. “Can Mum hear this?” you wonder, “Perhaps not, considering I’m all alone and everyone else seems to have vanished for a moment“.
Not sure if you should caress the kettle lovingly or throw it out the window, you move towards the kettle. Suddenly, the bloody thing stops and out pops a teabag. Not the usual brew, you are sure, but perhaps something more exotic.
The kettle moves, then the teabag ends up in your left hand. “What the actual…“
Then the kettle starts to boil, and you get the impression that the kettle wants you to steep this teabag of magic into a brew. What can you do? Mum loves tea, and who would care if you drank a magical tea brew?
You place your favourite cup onto the bench and proceed with the tea making process. Once strong and to your liking, you sit with the cup in front of you. Hesitation grips you. “What if I turn into a dolphin? How will I swim? There is no water? What if… fuck it!“
Sipping on the magic tea, you start to space out for a moment. There is a bit of disorientation in your mind; then you see other lands. There is another world inside your cup; there is a world quite different from our world. One where trees grow black and green, technology is far more advanced, and there is a clean order to things. “Well, I must be dreaming because this shit cannot be real…” Yet, you cannot shake the images produced from your magical teabag.
After finishing the brew, you take the teabag to your room and sit thinking about what you just saw within your mind. You feel your mind expanding at the thoughts, sounds, and world of magic.
No wonder Mum loves the kettle so much.
C & K 