🔉 Dust
“I’ll show you fear,” the cowboy saidAs we travelled the Wastelands together“I’ll give you a handful of dust” “There is nothing to fear from dust,” I said“I keep three boxes by my bedThese are my rocksGround down by lifeNot living…
🔉The Zenith Of Discrimination.
My Master tells me to look. Look more. Look again. I look. I look with my eyes, then with my mind. I keep looking. I imagine looking at bits and bits of bits. I see their bits. I run out…
🔉I fish
Alone with my thoughts. My master says to simply sit, and watch my thoughts. Shadowy monsters cruise the depths. Indistinct, more felt than seen. Their presence driving sleeker juveniles to break forth as worries and concerns. Unsure and uncertain about…
🔉 Sweet Talk
Tastebuds are tingling with flavours on tongueAnd mouth-watering nectar swills round.Salivating juices already begunAs melliferous ambrosials are found. Caramels, butterscotch, Turkish Delights,Fondants and icing on cakes,A gratifying pleasure, a nectariferous of measure,A passion one never need fake. Grand summer puddings,…
🔉Abracadabra
I have been teaching my step daughter to read. It is an education for both of us. I started with the signs we see on familiar routes. Open. Closed. For Sale. Sold. Oblivious at first, she cannot see what I…
🔉 Am I bothered?
I am a fervent word bothererAnd words they do bother meThey roll around inside my headUntil I set them freeThey tumble out in raptureOr sometimes in despairOften when I look for themThe words they are not there I sit here…
🔉 Convergence
Convergence It was, for her, a matter of survival that her home was perfectly aligned so that every pathway she took would lead to a cache of stored treasure. Her mathematical genius was second nature, almost as important as the…