Tilted – TB

Constantly painted

It would seem constipated

She’s playing with codes

That were not given to her.

Constantly tinted

It would seem tilted

Balancing the sea-saw

Outstretched.

Unhinged, white clouds singed,

Painting her daily faces again and again.

Grey blankets – TB

I’m sleepy.

Outside, she’s more sleepy than me.

Overcast, grey blankets,

She won’t thank me for saying this

but she’ll be sleeping in for the next week.

These are not nascent simulations of turbulent clouds.

She’s sleeping in, I said,

and heavy downpours are forecast for next week.

 

 

Don’t Don’t Don’t

Catsup, cat soup?

Cowboy Bebop – TB

Oatmeal is evil,
Blasphemy is bad,
Putin’s a weasel,
Ukraine is sad.
Spaghetti’s the Messiah,
Today I drew a butt,
Hand me some Rupiah,
I’ll buy you a duck.
Let’s plant daffodils
In potholes and grids.
Let’s rip our bills up
And feed them to pigs.
Let’s do the things
We’ve always wanted to do.
We’ll all be the kings and
Free ourselves from this zoo.

Fresh strawberries, anybody?

Listen to me