I don't need you

Take it from me, cus I no longer
stand it near me
I feel weak without it
lost inside it

Where you've hid it
I can't find it
Tell me
don't
I need it

Can this be considered to be an (almost) fail already? I blame Pentecost and the art of shopping. Now for something short.

The Fly

Of all the bodies
of all the water
in all the land,

you choose my custard to drown in

This week there's even two. This one was inspired by a morning fingertap on my desk, and also a little bit by Twelve Monkeys' Brad Pitt.

Sufferer, conjurer, can't take no restraining
Make believe, steal the thieve
It's hard to keep sane here

Undergo a transformation
Bigger than a railway station
Keep your peace, Steal the keys
Time to get outta here

Let's breath some new life into this old lady

Sense and stupidity is not dead yet. My Liverpool blogging days are over, but my poetry blogging hours have only just begun. I'm all about recycling so why not recycle this thing too. If Belgian prime ministers can post a haiku every day then sure as my auntie's big bottom can I post a poem every week. Let's make that a challenge. One week, One poem, One poet.

I'm going to start with a witless ditty that I wrote to the beat of a Palms Out Sounds remix. (Mind that the best is saved for last and that all beginning is hard)

Kicking and screaming
Loving and dreaming
Messy but happy
You can't catch me you can't stop me

Beat 'em, join 'em
Hear it, soul jam
Sexy but not slutty
You're a joke, but you're not funny

So that's a start. Let's see where this baby will take me.

Love,
Mixy