Showing posts with label #whimsy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #whimsy. Show all posts

Garlic

The garlic-smelling-supplement-couple.
She shuffles.
He carries the bags and grumpfs.
Always in knitwear.
Hippies, but not in the romantic sense.
They are:
Sensible sandals
They are:
Weather-worn skin.
They are:
The happily-ever-after
of the couple made of
The protagonist's best friend
and the caricature of the heavy with a heart.
An ex-runner and her hirsuitor.

Dreamtime

I dreamed I swam down Tynwald Street
Upon a cloud of milk.
I smiled and waved to passers-by,
to mongers of all ilk.
I front-crawled over tiny men
who ran away in fear
and rained liquorice blackcurrants
on the Pearl Girl by Vermeer.
Tethered dogs all tipped their hats
and offered me their pipes.
I laughed to see the bird ballet
in Nora Batty tights.
I stopped outside the milliner
to joke with a singing saw
but treading milk makes butter
and I fell onto the floor.
My greasy coating sparked a thought,
I jumped into the sea
and butterflew myself away
to Elysium's blossomed lea.