She sells sea shells
By the sea shore
Where the mermaids dance
Behind the green glass door
She shouts she yells
By the sea shore
And the waves, they echo
a resounding roar
......
again
she grabs a stool
and places it into the corner
of the room,
climbs on it, assumes the lotus position
and closes her eyes
and covers her ears with headphones
She faces the corner
......
the cat was utterly
uninterested
and downright
bored
with him reading
mediocre poems
by her side
"You don't like this one?" he asked
......
Imagine
The charcoal-with-sap-glitter,
Obsidian glass-domed,
gold sprinkled, dew shimmered,
elusively mountainous night sky;
With the porcelain and mother-of-pearl,
dragonfly wing, china-and-talc,
silvery, glowing moon hung on it.
A milk-gilded veil of clouds
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In August last year
A travelling girl came to Glasgow –
She was a porcelain Australian flannel flower
I had matched with her on one of those dreadful apps
“You have came all the way to Scotland” Wow!
That whole game feels like a cowboy showdown, but it worked
We spent three nights together, one was my birthday night
Knowing we probably won’t see each other again
We’d joke I’d fly over every sea –
......
It took me one day
to mourn you
and 3 years
to mourn myself
I meant to say goodbye to you
before you left and went elsewhere
somehow I never got the chance
so I watch you walk away
The enigma walks on lonely roads.
Redemption of love from loss.
Strangers in the woods meet once,
never to meet again.
Your gaze is like a rose
Your love is like a dose
I can't help but love you
then I ask, oh what should I do?
Sometimes I dislike myself
and put my thoughts up on a shelf
just like a book, I share them
display them, like a precious gem
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