Tag Archives: humour

anything means I love you in dog


am look at you am poop

never break look am look at you

but little embarrassed

but am look

am eat what am find in field

am look under carpet for eat

but you give food

am eat better

am walk am run but

am wait because you say

‘stay’ so am stay am good

am rest head on paws

am good boy but am girl

but girl am good boy too

because you say good

am good girl

because you say

am best

#GloPoWriMo 2018 26 – Twisted Idioms (VI)


this is a cat
this is a treat
this is a cat
reaching for it

this is a cat
this is a paw
this is a cat
stepping in it

this is a cat
this is ambition
this is a cat
punished for it

this was a cat
with all of its paws
this is a cat
regretting it


#GloPoWriMo 2018 20 – Twisted Idioms (V)


if you squint
if you squeeze
if you press one eyelid
closer to the lower half
if you look carefully
if you stretch your gaze
if you peer into the vastity
of what is before you

you’ll find the divine
was waiting for you all along.

You just weren’t looking hard enough.


more catch up

#GloPoWriMo 2018 18 – Twisted Idioms (IV)


consider the circumference
and the curve of the skin
consider the stretched or
loose expanse of
the core of this man

consider its direction
its size its layers
its complex arrangement of
human behaviour and instinct
gaze into more
than just the navel

you will find meaning there

back on this again, catching up

#GloPoWriMo 2018 17 – Twisted Idioms (III)


if a hill is a swing
in some parts of the world
you will forgive me
for giving this a try
– miss or hit, there is no gain
heat and mist the new terrain
rising and rolling from the ground.

a roundabout way perhaps
to talk about the whole
layout of the land we’ll be
dipping our toes in next
– a sloppy slip-up you might say
a slippery slope, if I may
no winners nor losers this round.

back on an old idea I had during my first NaNoWriMo

#GloPoWriMo 2018 3 – I want to be a permanent guest of your lips


I want to be a permanent guest of your lips
see you wake up
watch you sleep
and eventually if you want
make love too
all night
and all morning
we have lunch
then after
then after
we fuck
we pretend
the end of the world
is near
we bar the door
we pretend the horde
of zombies has taken the streets
see them crawl between the smoke and flames?
Don’t make a sound
covered by these covers
no one can harm us.

Let’s pretend it’s worth it
to tell us to do us to kiss us
in these zombie times.
In these zombie times
each time
is like
the last time.

Let’s pretend the last time
was second to last
and back all the way
to the first time
when you looked at me
with those smiling eyes of yours.

I’ll tell you that I heart you
you’ll ask: what about the other organs?
I all the other organ you.

As meanwhile outside
the apocalypse
is bucketing down
we’ll be able
to laugh together.


original Italian by Guido Catalano, from Ogni Volta che mi Baci Muore un Nazista

#GloPoWriMo 2018 1 – Bravo


Shall I write of thee on this April’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more of plastic:
rough joints may plague thee– but hey!
some of this at least has been fantastic.
Sometime too hot the orange palette shines,
and often the pale complexion yellows
and every fair of toy sometime reminds,
by chance, of your franchise’s changing fellows.
But thy eternal glimmer shall not fade
nor lose possession of that mode thou ow’st
nor shall rust brag thou crumbl’st in its shade
when also in eternal lineart thou grow’st.
So long as haters seethe and eyes can roll
out loud I commit to you my own soul.



(After Sonnet 18; following Napowrimo.net prompt.)