Heard My First

Heard my first Christmas song today,
You need not know where.

Here we go again! Into the tinsel, the tacky,
The shiveringly weird and wacky

Father Xmas show comes to town again!
Starring third-world slave-made tinsel-crapola,

Weird adolescent adult idiots running around
With red noses and brown plastic antlers on,

The word ‘Christmas’ (Christmas! Christmas!)
Coming at you from every direction (Buy! Buy!)

Buy your friends, buy them with tinsel and crap
Made in China. Let the little ones suck on shit

Full of colouring and ‘flavour’ (ing!)
Ring the bells of commerce! Ring ring!

Ring the merry bells,
Cash registers register-ing

A massive Bling!
Angels weeping.

 

What A Smoothie

 

What a smoothie it was.
I could see its royal blueberry purple.
With the texture of sludge it was an intoxicating taboo,
This nectar of fruit and soy milk.

I could feel in my mouth
The little separated and submerged
Slivers of pineapple like aquasubs swimming agilely,
Missing the falling grenades of blueberry seeds.

Knowing that the shredding shelves of banana
Were merging with the greenacious avocado.
And where was all that chocolate powder?
Gone in the blueberry brew.

What a smoothie it was.

 

Sperms and Eggs

 

Soaking seeds and nuts and some berries
In a white bowl overnight for porridge.
Mixing them with my curling fingers
Admiring their mix of colours and feeling.

And then I see the partners for the dance
Pair up in their partnered polarities:
Green pumpkin seeds & red goji berries.
Dark oval dates & gnarly walnut halves.

Small grey shields of sunflower seeds &
Sliding dozens of flaxseed spearheads.
Only alone then: black specks of chia seeds
That swell to completely seize the others by morning.

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What’s Good?

My cat scratches the carpet
Hooking his claws
And drawing himself along on his side.

The garden is so generous.
I want to decorate it with figurines and tiles
Like a child’s bedroom
To show it how grateful I am for its inhabitation.

Hasta la vista pasta!
I haven’t touched you for weeks
Today I filled the bowl
With half a dozen steamed vegetables
All different, each taste becoming the
One something.

9-2-2016