I have felt it

And licked it

But never dicked it.

Note: I’m really bored in university.

working title: All Of The Grey

Pretty much white grey

Really really light grey

Really light grey

Pretty damn light grey

Kinda light grey

A little light grey

Light grey

Less light grey

Grey

Less dark grey

Dark grey

A little dark grey

Kinda dark grey

Pretty damn dark grey

Really dark grey

Really really dark grey

Pretty much black grey

Blue-grey

Green-grey

Red-grey

Pink-grey

Purple-grey

Brown-grey

Grey-grey

Grey-grey-grey

Pretty much white gray

Really really light gray

Really light gray

Pretty damn light gray

Kinda light gray

A little light gray

Light gray

Less light gray

Gray

Less dark gray

Dark gray

A little dark gray

Kinda dark gray

Pretty damn dark gray

Really dark gray

Really really dark gray

Pretty much black gray

Blue-gray (blu-gray)

Green-gray

Red-gray

Pink-gray

Purple-gray

Brown-gray

Gray-gray

Gray-gray-gray

“Granda’s not doing well”
They said
At 80, the implications for “unwell” are clear

Please don’t, Granda;
We’ll have to face each other
And decide what it really means to be together
We usually feign happiness
When happiness is inappropriate,
What will we find to be real?

Please don’t, Granda;
We wouldn’t know what to do with Grandma
What mysterious ghosts fifty years creates
What strange weapons one can build,
The why and how misunderstood

Please don’t, Granda;
I wouldn’t mind a trip in the
Aeroplane
But my travel’s been booked—
Won’t it be awful
If the last card you play
Loses?

You shouldn’t have played so close to the chest.

Drink up the night sky

So sweet, unquenchable

Neon lights blur and swirl

Around the edges of my vision

Insidiously lit by a summer moon.

The night hisses and hums

Like my mind is stuck between

The channels of the radio.

The sky is the way I’ve always

Pictured you, soft and flowing.

Here and gone too soon

A beautiful mystery

And I sit and ponder

Elbows on the counter

I’m like these glasses

Lined up on the bar.

Drunk.

Wrapped me up in a box with a neat little bow.
What if I do not like bows?
For that matter,
What if I do not enjoy boxes?
What if,
I’ve a multicoloured bubble for my home;
For my heart.
Slick with the passion of youth;
Exuberance, joy, and creation?
A web, perchance,
Both study and orderly.
Maybe poorly placed,
High up in an oak tree.
If a bird were to snap a strand,
Would you panic;
Gather me up, and
Figure me for a square peg?
I’m not supposed to make sense.
Not at the core of me.
This swirling,
Cloudlike mess of colour and dreams;
Of reality and fantasy.
Humanity.
Neapolitan humanity.
Not vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry alone,
But enjoyable nonetheless.
Unless,
You’re a sherbet kind of person.
Don’t sear my side to make me fit.
Don’t give me sides to sear.
Lean a little.
Watch how I plant my roots contrary to your sun.
Why would you force your light upon me,
When I can already breathe?

Roses are tits

Violets are tits

I like your tits

Tits.

My friend Joe said

That he had read

A poem about ‘juxt a position’.

I replied with a smile,

After thinking a while,

That I don’t know what ‘juxt’ means, or why he’s telling me about poetry, or what makes him think he’ll understand what I’m meowing.

(I’m a cat).

The Suicide King and the Winking Jack

Stood face to face, and back to back

To the Ace of Spades and the Queen of Hearts.

But without support, the House would fall apart.

Forsaking jacks and timbres, they called on the pawns.

Faceless subjects to lean upon.

The Numbers greatly helped to carry the load,

And so the Royal House began to grow.

Outward it grew, as the ramparts grew higher.

Not a Diamond was spared to construct towering spire.

The Clubs were charged with the outer defence,

They built the portcullis, and a great walled defence.

But the winking Jack began to slip -

The King lost more than his sword’s grip.

“More Numbers!”, the Ace’s despairing call,

But it was too late - the Queen started to fall.

Dissent came from within, between the Red and Black,

Each one had planned a subvert attack.

They waited until the House had grown quite large -

And that’s when each issued their own charge.