1, poem, poetry, – Page 83

AT HOUT BAY

maybe if I fill
my world with
bright and
shiny
I’ll
be happy

maybe if I
shop until I drop
I can live
the rainbow
spectrum
of my world

so
little time
to convert my life
into plastic

palace of
magnificence

just a few hours
so I must splurge
every
which way

Planet of
the blind

planet
of ghosts

things you
wouod not believe
co-existing

wheatfields
far as the eye can see.

morning toast
that you burnt horribly.

lost sock
damp sponge
wet
blanket

cold
fish

I see your name up
in lights however
straining my eyes
to read
the letters
from my worm’s eye
view so close to the ground

your
vapid theme

unless I am
missing something, actually,
missing
everything

the meaning of a poem
still escaping me
                   still seeming
like something
magically
     conjured out
              of thin air

cannot imagine how
hard I would lose, how
shown up
I would feel going
one on one, head
to
head with you

seriously needing
to improve my game

pump up
my action not

to feel so steamrollered
when your next
exquisite
petite volume
voluminously appears

lost sock
damp sponge

even if I should win
no achievement here