Collage

Ripping up magazines

Clothes that do not suit me

Faces that are not like mine

A life I cannot decipher

Am I supposed to aspire?

But I cut out the torso

Maybe, I dunno,

It would be easier

To live like this

But something's amiss?

Glue sticks affix

The body to the page

I write my rage

Alongside style notes

Catseyes, catsuit, cool toned lipgloss ✓

Rollercoaster

We put it down
to first time nerves.
Is a frown
not a clue?
Although exciting I need
to have trust in you.

Recipe

This is how I

Make a mojito

It is sweet

So watch how you go

Start with a glass

Long and tall

And get a jug

So it's easier to pour

Fill it with mint 

A handful is fine

A teaspoon of sugar and

The juice of a lime

I add the soda water now

But some do it last

Whatever your preference

Pour into the glass

Ideally over ice

Add 2 ounces of rum

No I don't garnish

I just down it in one

Be

I just hit the keys

To see what appears

Sometimes it is OK

Mostly it's queer

Think of word

Write it down

Think of another

With a similar sound

Or a funny pun

A hidden meaning

If that fails

Try whatever you are feeling

It has no rules

This anarchist prose

I just follow

Wherever it goes