From my perspective
over here ham fisted
on a coffee break
the cup looks empty
you have not sipped
but if you looked down
you could tell me
I do not ask
it is just a cup
my water glass
is half full
you can see this
though refraction
may affect your
perception
as does the rose tint
to your cheeks
someone nudges the table
my glass spills over
your eyes march across
as the water runs off
I try and catch the glass
you catch my eye
the glass smashes
under my hand
A spurt of red
heads turn
cutlery scrapes and chairs shift
use caution.
be gentle
with building blocks
a e i o u
nonsense stated as fact
is a legitimate cause for
concern when days are
short, the sun does not shine
and I do not believe in poetry
cake I can believe in.
You can hold a cake
you can taste it.
You can taste a poem
but you can only hold
a page. Don’t hold
your breath when
trying to concentrate
Go to sleep said the night
as a trial. Let me present you
a starry blanket and whisper
you a spark of dreams to
gloam the darkness.
High windows with faces
green and peering
or otherwise blank
expressionistic blurs
Transparent apparitions
reflect daydream breath
against exterior weeping
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