Lip smacking cream lashed coffee boost,
molten sips a swirl tide honey,
nest of colleagues spread bonhomie,
office banter’s pulse rate zenith,
pep restored for desktop drudgers

Have you seen the postman?
I bet your wife won’t feel jealous
Just a postman, not a girl.

So, have you seen the postman?
Will you read the letters I sent?

In case she has seen my name—
On the address, tell her:
I’m no one special but a friend.

No iMessage sent back then.
Now I write you letters
For one reason: you blocked my number.
Don’t even remember when.

Have you seen the postman?
Did you smell my odor
On all the pages of the letter?

Will I feel jealous
With these pages of paper?
May you also leave a kiss

In the yard, where I would spin round
until I fell over, where the dust
of a million conkers filled in the cracks,
they walk round with zimmer frames
or sit in their wheelchairs under thick tartan blankets.
Were they never let out, then,
those miscreant kids, like Richard O’Keefe
who peed in a classroom?
Did detentions mount up
till the school turned into a borstal
a prison, an old people’s home?
Do they still go back to their rooms
and scribble out words that no one will read?
“I will not talk back to the staff,

Look who's talking
Badly about me
He tells me that I am
A religious fanatic
That is wrong
Because that is not me
Also he doesn't know me that
Well
That is the truth
I was born a Christian
And I will die as a
Christian
Yes I pray every night
For my Father
Before I sleep
It only takes a few
Minutes to do it

Lip smacking whipped cream caffeine kick,,
molten sips a swirl tide nectar,
nest of colleagues weave light relief,
office banter’s pulse rate wrecks graph,
pep restored for dull routine tasks

Anglerfish

From its very beginning life has been tenacious
even where the sustaining sun is away.
Death sustains life and life is voracious.
We should all take a note from the patience of anglerfish,
with their teeth and their twinkling lights.

There are soggy rock places without any lights
where long pillars grow because the tenacious
water drips down as unstopping as anglerfish.
You can erode but you can't take away.
A cave may be hidden but never forgotten:
it will be revealed, because life is voracious

especially one named Broom Hilda,
hence immediately this birdman
wishes to escape into his eyrie
or seriously considers joining a nunnery
mainly for the less common slang definition
cuz yes, “nunnery”
sometimes used ironically to refer to a brothel,
and this secondary meaning
may well have added
a bitter undercurrent
to Hamlet's proceedings.