A lil black phone with my poems in
Saturday, 11 April 2015
NAPOWRIMO 11 What will I do with my mornings
We said goodbye, and your song of joy was heard,
Good bye Sugar Loaf Hill; I would speak, my tongue moves
not; a traitor it cannot ask what will I
do with my mornings?
* With allusion to Janis Ian
Friday, 10 April 2015
NAPOWRIMO 10.2 A 30 Something Lady Collecting 26 Beautiful Words...
A 30 something lady collecting 26 beautiful words...
Accentuate
Burnish
Comfort
Delectable
Effervescent
Facilitate
Gossamer
Hobnobbing
Idolatry
JIGGLY FRUIT
Kindness
Lascivious
Merriment
Nonchalant
Obstreperous
Panacea
Quickening
Reciprocity
Sizzle
Taciturn
Unicorn
Vixen
Whisper
Xmas
Yarn
Zenith
NAPOWRIMO 10 Now I Know My A B P's
Always behave cautiously,
don't enjoy failing,
grievously hurting.
It just knocks loose,
my neurotic obsession, people,
quarrelling, rejecting, sacrificing, tears. Utterly voiceless
wincing, xiphos zigzagging.
NAPOWRIMO 9 Anti Social Media
Anti Social.
Media
that can totally
suck big time.
Friendship
ruined
in
a
few
k
e
y
strokes.
Fudbook Sucks!
Wednesday, 8 April 2015
NAPOWRIMO 8 Ponnochio Pallinode
Ponnochio Pallinode
Money can buy my love
I'm rejoicing my new routine
Though returning Miss Emily's gift.
I have never hung around at bus stops (and NEVER, ever offered unsolicited advice).
My sister isn't missing.
The field of fucks?
It promises a bountiful harvest.
Tuesday, 7 April 2015
NAPOWRIMO 7 Buy my love
Buy my
love
Money can't buy my
love. You did buy me a tres
girly coloured car.
When I had to give up my
licence, due to brain cooties.
That, bought my love and
The piss ripped out of you, by
your colleagues at work
a gift with purchase, you drive
my Cadbury chariot.
Monday, 6 April 2015
NAPOWRIMO 6 Mourning Routine
Mourning Routine
I have been severed
from my bliss. No, pulled, pulled so
the umbilicus
Stretched far beyond a point of return, addirft I need a...
New routine; alarm
6:45 am shower,
Brush teeth, dress in grown
up clothes, pack up my lunch, coffee
flask, wait for my taxi to...
Arrive sit at a
desk, deep dive data bases.
My oubliette, out of
sight, out of mind. No longer
disabled and visible.
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