Coffee Q.

Coffee Q.

Waiting-

scrolling-

through her phone.

Cash register-

pinging-

in-

and out.

Queue.

Person ahead-

uncroaking their croak.

Words stubble out-

from the croaked.

Soy-

decaf-

caramel half strength-

latte….

please.

Waiting-

scrolling-

through her phone.

She rolls her eyes-

In dismay.

Pale Burgers

Pale Burgers

Dear Gluten

I miss you.

I didn’t know how much I would miss you till we parted ways.

Soft as a cloud burger buns-

now replaced with saw dust fibres-

carving up my mouth.

Gluten-

How I miss you.

Doughnuts?

More like Dough Not.

In this day and age.

Gluten,

Why did you break up with me?

My body doesn’t miss you.

But my heart does.

Oh,

Gluten,

How I miss you.

#8? Stream of conciousness

#8? Stream of conciousness

Lakeside view, pelicans glide along the stillness of the water. Damp sea grass taints the delicate breeze. Little dog taps along, sniffing and snuffing questionable things. Clouds flow above, breaking every now and then to let the sun sneak through. Jet skis buzz whilst the boats do hum. Rolling hills ever varying shades of green. Sea birds squawk and squirm in-between their daily hunt. Lakeside view. Always a tantalising scene you be.

salt & sand

salt & sand

Salt tangled hair-

damp bathers cling against skin.

The seat-belts metal tongue leaves a scalding imprint.

Grains of sand dabble throughout the car.

Bare feet scatter across sun drenched asphalt.

Fish and chips linger within the ocean breeze.

Seagulls beg and pine for a chip or two.

Ice-cream seeps along sunburnt arms.

Sun shies away upon the horizon.

Such a day comes to an end-

as the waves calm towards the night.

sculpted civilisation

sculpted civilisation

Chiselled sculptures-

cracked faces.

Crowded channels.

Fallen fragments-

of what was.

Occupied scenarios-

unsolicited control.

Foundations cracked.

Faded faces.

Fragmented times.