sticky treats

sticky biscuits
coat my fingers
licking quickly
jam exquisite
lips crumb coated
frisky spittle
dribble into
collar crevice
oozing charm
these sugar pleasants
too quickly
tempting presents
soon grins


the weekend

Siorse held the bag of Saturdays and Sundays tightly
She was now Supreme Monarch of the weekend!
She looked neither left nor right when she crossed the roads..
Who would dare demolish an institution?

It had proved more difficult than expected
to collect them
Once they had been so isolated from the week days
now there was much less distinction
Still, she had been able to supplant them
successfully with
a button

A skilfull and swift interchange

From now on she would use all her patience and wit,
buoyed by her new social status
to monitor their occasional
day release

First published in Crannog


I plugged it in
I turned it on
I couldn’t thunk
where I went wrong
It couldn’t go
It wouldn’t work
It made me felt
an awful gherk
I scratched a bit
I looked at book
In vain I poked
for my mistook
I bashed it in
I shook it hard
I swore its name
electric b*st*rd
I gave it up
It won I lost
And loudly it
in bin I tossed