All posts in poetry

Table Manners

 
Salt hisses to pepper
“You’re just a little leper.
Sprinkling your seed over potato and meat
Could you be a little more discreet?”

Pepper snaps at salt
“Is it really my fault?
What can I say you hate me cause I’m black,
But at least I don’t cause heart attacks!”

Salt trembles :”Shut your holes!
Some of my best friends are dark spices!
Cinnamon and I go way back,
and Cumin (…)

Well Wishing Women

In a western white whirl,
Little girls grow up dreaming,
They’ll actually change the world.
They grow up dreaming  blindly
of places far away from what they know
of strong hands of strangers
who’ll never leave them lonely.
These little ladies grow up planning
on their life a fairy tale
A strawberry shortcake pony ride
an endless sea to sail.

But in a tiny office
At the age of 22
She can’t escape (…)

Senses Poem

Glass shattering from empty wine bottles, in a dumpster, in an ally way off of Hardware Lane.
1 a.m Saturday morning.
The CBD  of Melbourne does not dazzle me
The voice of a toothless Danish man telling me how pointless he thinks recycling is
I look past him as the lonely laneway hospitality staff finish their shift
I do not like waiting tables.

The sound of love in (…)

Senses poem

Sound

Glass shattering from empty wine bottles, in a dumpster, in an ally way off of Hardware Lane.
1 a.m Saturday morning.
The CBD  of Melbourne does not dazzle me
The voice of a toothless Danish man telling me how pointless he thinks recycling is
I look past him as the lonely laneway hospitality staff finish their shift
I do not like waiting tables.

The sound of love in (…)