Saturday, 22 November 2014
Monday, 27 October 2014
Thursday, 23 October 2014
she found the treat tin... and ate them all
munch, munch
crunch, crunch
this little rabbit wants some lunch...
crunch, crunch
this little rabbit wants some lunch...
Sunday, 28 September 2014
Mr. Spider
Spider, spider
hanging wide there.
Eating lunch
like a tiger
striped and black
the sky's a snack.
hanging high
you're in my eye there.
all I want to say is " Hi there..."
( Spider response)
hanging wide there.
Eating lunch
like a tiger
striped and black
the sky's a snack.
hanging high
you're in my eye there.
all I want to say is " Hi there..."
Friday, 26 September 2014
01/09/2014-24/09/2014
There's a weak crack of sun
on your bird-shit stripe head.
The leaves are clustered
but they warm you at night.
The tree will strip.
The branches are failing
coming winter is hitting the nail in
And there's nothing worth screaming
to your silver chain gleaming.
Your cold, and your high
I look past you to the sky.
Maybe one day I could fly so high
As the little Robin bird,
who flies through you tweeting.
Offering nothing but a high morning greeting.
Your surrounded by life
but you wont live through night.
Your cracking and peeling
and shredding your feeling.
On a tree cold and leaning
the weak sun is gleaming.
Maybe you'll give winter meaning.
(object response)
on your bird-shit stripe head.
The leaves are clustered
but they warm you at night.
The tree will strip.
The branches are failing
coming winter is hitting the nail in
And there's nothing worth screaming
to your silver chain gleaming.
Your cold, and your high
I look past you to the sky.
Maybe one day I could fly so high
As the little Robin bird,
who flies through you tweeting.
Offering nothing but a high morning greeting.
Your surrounded by life
but you wont live through night.
Your cracking and peeling
and shredding your feeling.
On a tree cold and leaning
the weak sun is gleaming.
Maybe you'll give winter meaning.
(object response)
Monday, 1 September 2014
Another Card?
Scrub, scrub, scrub
do the toilet
rubber gloves.
hit them hard remove those scars.
or should I play another card?
make it loud
and don't discard.
A library book for a credit card?
sweep a brush, in artist's hand.
a miracle made, in canvas shade.
To the books
I must be slave.
whatever I do I should behave.
because nothing I do can become un-made.
Become a Master or toilet maid?
do the toilet
rubber gloves.
hit them hard remove those scars.
or should I play another card?
make it loud
and don't discard.
A library book for a credit card?
sweep a brush, in artist's hand.
a miracle made, in canvas shade.
To the books
I must be slave.
whatever I do I should behave.
because nothing I do can become un-made.
Become a Master or toilet maid?
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