teary toast

 

Everything,

everything makes me cry.

It's unwanted though

this gut reaction

to the evisceration

of all we know

and love.

I read a poem,

this morning

and wept while

I was eating toast,

feeling vaguely annoyed

as the butter

was already salted.

 

 

Twitter poem 14.10.2020

Milkshake

 

I bring my own gifts to the table,
A single entity defined by unwritten rules
nobody cared to explain.

 

28.02.2020

Soul Food

You buy me books.
You don't always know this until after the fact
the traces of my purchases
internet footsteps,
fingerprints visible on your credit card bill.


You give me words,
words are a food source I need to survive,
the lingering afterglow
of alphabetic sampling
collated forever within my memory.


You hear my stories
you sometimes tune them out because ...repetition
my creative tales
a lingering kiss
whispered eternally into your ears.


You buy me books
You don't always know this until after the fact
allowing me worlds
into which I escape
From the sadness which followed me home.


29.12.2018

Just the Facts...

When the counterfactual

is the actual.

The people die,

as the leaders lie.

when the news is fake,

or on the take,

the world burns,

while the planet turns.

As the death toll rises,

there are no surprises.

When the counterfactual

is the actual.

03.05.2020

This poem was inspired by this tweet....
https://twitter.com/mc_hankins/status/1256913132439703553