The bubbles in soft drink
they come from nowhere
rise to the surface
They wet your nose,
and tickle it.
Then they join all the other air.
They travel in groups,
while on their journey
through your drink.
They need each other –
being a bubble is a team sport.
They rise together
and take turns popping.
Then they join
all the bubbles
that ever popped
since the beginning of time.
i wanted to write myself a note to say that my fountain pen was running out, but couldn’t because my fountain pen was running out
i wanted to find my glasses, but couldn’t because i couldn’t find my glasses
when i was broken i wanted to talk, i wanted to tell you about it, but the words refused to come out of hiding
thus and ever it was that the most important stories are bashful by nature and prefer the shadows
for stories require ink of pen, spectacles of eyes, and words able to leave the safety of the mouth cave.
She loved her kids
She really did
She tried to not be an iffy parent
But who was she kidding
She could kid no one!
Even the kids themselves
Would say “are you kidding me mum?”
Cos they’d been Schooled
At Posh School
One of the Fancy Shmancy private ones
The ones that require lots of funds
Which isn’t fun
So they knew mum was iffy
But since they thought her spiffy
They thought —
If she’s iffy then as long as she’s also spiffy
Then it’s all taffy, which means toffee.
She said unto them,
Go Forth and Be Iffy and Spiffy Too, My Child.
And they did unto as Mother,
Or as they like to call her Smother,
Had instructed. Or ordered.
Lest she smother them
Whilst they slumber in their beds at night.
Thus did the world’s supply of toffee multiply
Which they had with their morning coffee,
Because you should always have toffee
With your coffee
To give the spiffiness a kickstart
Each and every day,
Before making your way, in The World.
i was talking to myself the other day
but i wasn’t listening so i don’t know what i said
Here’s all your bits, for some furniture you’ll love to bits
There’s quite a few pieces, we hope you don’t go to pieces
You came into the store and we didn’t let you leave,
we trust you did not take leave of your senses
We, the whole team, hope that the missing screw,
did not screw with your mind.
And you enjoyed the Swedish Meatballs.
I was writing a poem
but then i stopped,
realising i was the poem.
I pointed to my toes,
each one of them,
and my shins,
and kept going up.
and then I saw your toes, spread out, splayed a little, from the weight of you
and realised you were the poem, too.
I am typing this right now. You are reading this right now. I am typing as you are reading. How can this be?
It’s a well-known fact that you get smarter just by hanging out in libraries
I wondered how that could be
So I hung out in libraries until I became smart enough to solve the mystery
And it became apparent that imbibing the contents of books is just a matter of being in the same room as them.
Sometimes it’s fun to write words. So I just did.
A word is a thing which is very literal. It says what it is. Word.
Here is a sentence.
Here are some more words.
These words are below those other words.
And this is my final word.