Poetry | Stories | Photography
The agent calls again.
The purchaser is waiting for the contract & section 32
We have, oh wai-
The line goes silent.
A call from the same number leads you to the coffee cup
He’s ready to grump
Good aft-, oh, good mor-
A glitch in your thought patterns
“I’m having tech issues!”
illuminated
lost in a watery space
a lil Nudibranch
the pristine keyboards
Everything has a price tag
rows of offices
people of import
Obviously, there is tea
proper posh tweed suits
type six-minute increments
focused on the clock
No time for the love of life
word-wise predators
dark humour in the corners
Destroying young lives
a frosted windscreen
toxic thoughts are lingering
playing memories
the coffee cups are calling
this world is made for the cats
in the land of boys
I was a wild mountain cat
a taste for rabbits
the loch was my tap
thick forest became a bed
then her sea call came
o’er the green mountains
small to some, yet large to me
carried by her call
her call a music
my Selkie longs for a kiss
returning to man
a brown bear dying
uncomfortable knowledge
within those soft eyes
two lifeless lovers
fur paws touching in the snow
for the love of one
movement from below
a whimper to the heavens
meeting my best friend
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
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
amongst the marrows
Deep-fried zucchini flowers
waiting to be stuffed
swimming in the dark
a sweet, petite Anglerfish
thinking about life
longing for a friendly face
listlessly waiting for hugs
C & K 