For coherent thoughts
my brain is a Bermuda triangle
that won’t release its secrets
without substantial offerings of sugared elixir
and eye resting,
which produce a fragile face mask
prone to shattering under strain.
Tag: food
Sinew
The tin plate is tacked over my mouth before I can even get the words out.
This body is mine, I breathed into it,
I gave it nutrition, trained it, nurtured it
until it grew enough to have my mind accept it.
Now I’m being told it’s only fit to be measured by eyes and instruments
that clinically access its worth.
To me it is lifeblood,
to them it is meat.
Breakfast
if you were cereal
you’d be made of cake bites, wheat bran and
chocolate flakes.
sugar to instantly give a high, but with enough low gi
to keep the sun from setting too fast.
steadying things out,
providing nutrition to work with, chew on
and fully digest.
Single Use
The world is full of it,
those thin translucent panes that cover everything:
good enough only once.
Shielding tea bags, bagging berries, covering loaves, holding fancy water.
Filming every moment.
Wrapping everything individually.
Like fish, sea turtles, the bellies of gulls and whales and sharks.
Gathering in beaches replacing the sand, floating majestically beside jellyfish
in a competition the sea will never win.
The sea will never win
unless we step up and stand beside it,
on the same side, not the opposing team.
Tearing down the bergs of pollutants
to help raise the ship,
not sink it.
If we can unwrap our minds,
we can unwrap the world,
let it breathe, expand its lungs
and gulp the air, safe in the knowledge
it will no-longer choke.
Hold our your hand,
hold out your heart,
if those wanting glinting gold
refuse to look,
wrap them up instead.
Up to those eyes
In them we see
sugar and spices,
an apple pie baked full of ideas
all original.
Of course they’re original,
they made them,
enveloped them in tangy sauce
sprinkled with cinnamon
we find out is actually chilli.
Oh, and the homemade pastry?
That came from a shop.
