Kids

Orangey brown to pasty white,
some of these kids just ain't right.
Browny black to muddy brown,
Some of these kids look like clowns.
Various browns and varying greens,
Nature owns us all it seems.

Park

I

Pen poised to write something,
but you never will. A cognitive
roadblock with your hand
inches from the frozen quill.

Strangers in the park, writing
us writing them; writing everything
dipped into the well, emerge
soaked in possibility and promises.

Hollow steel creates ambience,
makes you really want to dance,
Fuck this fake atmosphere,
Kiss me and take me out of here.

II

Head cupped in my laps, reverse
fellatio - pure romance. You
brush my hair; a simple stroke
of genius that you know.

This feels like Austen's latest
work, or, like reading Keats
and Steele in Iambic Pentameter
during the First World War.

Even the dirty, mud, is so
beautiful. Vomiting cliches
so fast I may have to lie down
on the grass, can this last?

III

I struggle to wish to remember
before you. Erasing it all
bar some sticky nights in
the back of clubs, for fun.

Between the Cutty Sark
and Deptford Bridge lies
the source of all my
happiness; dl-right to my heart.

Johannesburg at 2 O'Clock;
Pakistan at 3 - Worldwide
tours wrapped in your arms:
the Globe for you and me to see.

IV

You're so beautiful it defies
my mind, in time, with you
I hope to find a sense of
direction to where I can shine.

You are so completely everything
I need to complete me; you
are the people and the scenery
in the portrait of my life.

'Love' cannot describe our
infinite bond that will last,
and last, it will never pass,
now let me lie down on the grass.

The Amazing World of Seth and Sadie

Thundering pawsteps
crash along the floor,
watch out, they're
coming around for more!
Fatal war with a
jovial core, it's like
a sadistic game of 'it'.

Morning's light bursts
through clouds and
Seth and Sadiw scour
the land for suitable
combat arenas.

Streaks of ginger in
my peripheral vision,
wham! Too slow,
they strike with
lightning precision.

Back and forth,
we've been over
this, but repitition
allows perfection.

Sadie! Sadie! What a
lady! Quite the stoic
and sexy, maybe. Seth,
oh Seth, he won't
settle for less, tactile
Prince of miaowing
gingerness.

Obsessions with black
bags aside, Seth and
Sadie won't be denied -
What they seek, they
see, and usually, they
leave little over for
you and for me.

Harriet the Rat would
like a look-in, but she's
stuck in a transparent
prison.

Seth and Sadie begin
again, Seth and Sadie
try to eat my pen,
the word tastes
so good to them.

Inspired

Soft black
rims are all
I see whilst
circling the
marble sea;
she speaks
to me with
mirth and
glee she
bleeds and
exudes
empathy,
as well
as sincere
pleasantry.

She makes
me smile, oh
she makes me
smile. Sometimes
she makes me wait
a while. The wait, the
wait, it's worth the wait;
worth the weight, she's a
full-plate; a clean slate; She's
that great, there's just no debate.

Shutting down every
night, her presence
signified by a blinking
light, her flame-red hair
shining so bright - it's an
allegory for her soul, man.