Sunday 30 December 2012

LOVE LOST

I lost my appetite for love
So I sent its fruit-laden jar tumbling
And ate its raw bitterness

Saturday 22 December 2012

Word Eaters

Be kind with words, mildly eat
Not with oil of the furnace's fury
For then, the tongue shall burn sore
Neither from cold's slumber, dab
It's sludge would give you away
But in thought and gentle caress
Eat them, well cooked