like a needle in a haystack -  i swipe right
i followed her then i type
then i like

then i make sure she's alright
and she asks me for my like
and i asks her for her Skype

She told me "I felt so alive"
and I told her "that's divine"
i think i told her it's a sign
so she blocked me on line
but i think im fine
so maybe next time

ill find sunshine
the girl next door- online.

We have an old clock
on the mantlepiece.

Age has taken its toll
on the glass and face.

Someone has suggested
that it should be tweaked.

Imagine, it could have
the Angelina Joli look.

But I can't see how that
would improve the Ticks!

Girls with glasses are cute
but that's only what I think
and she doesn't agree
so she's wearing contact lens
and she's losing them more
often than not
and the house becomes
a minefield
and we have the thread
lightly

it's just a small apartment
it shouldn't be that hard
to find them or the
one that got lost

when only one got lost
she would use the other
and cover her other
eye and look around
and point things and tell
me to turn them over so
she could take a better look

and I would sometimes
say "I told you"
but I no longer do it

I look under the cover
and the pillows
and the sheets
and the carpet
in shoes, under them
pockets, corners, folds
sink, toilet, tub

one day
she covers her free eye
and uses the other one
to look at her phone

"Really now?" I say
on my knees, searching
in shoes

she shows me her phone
and what I see is a bottle of
perfume

"Been wanting to get this
for a while now," she says.
"After this I'm seriously gonna."

I take a better look at the thing
and by gods
no
it's not a perfume bottle
not in that sense anyway

its description says
that you spray the things
you lose often with it
and your pet dog, being addicted
to the smell, will find them
for you

I drop the shoe down at my feet
and sit back and laugh
for about a full minute

When I'm done she's out
of the room

And I shout after her
"I don't believe in buying dogs,
I told you."

I don't believe in buying dogs
You either adopt them
or don't have them

but please, whatever you do,
don't ever spray stuff on the
stuff that comes in contact with
your eyes
okay?

For all my life I’ve been a woman obsessed
With taking up as little space as possible
To shrink my waist
And sink my cheeks

I’ve been a woman obsessed
With being heard as little as possible
To bite my tongue and not interrupt
To keep the ******* curse words in

I’ve been a woman obsessed
With winning the hearts of others
To see the twinkle in their eye when they smile at me

But I am thick, and I am loud, and I forgot to love myself.

three sister sorceresses
in the halo of a crescent Moon
a thin slice of circular light
highlighting three lithe figures
all dressed in long lavender gowns
three hands extended together
as a ball of flames grows
and magic incantations are uttered

O' Moon of strong wiles
send us three muscular men
so we can beguile them
with our dark voodoo bewitching
hypnotize them with ravishing hexes

beware you men of youth
for these three sisters will steal
your breath away from you
then toss away your lifeless bodies
sisters three with viper charms
are serpents who love soft flesh
have no qualms about using
your life forces to restore
their own youth and pulchritude
sometimes raving beauties hide
the evil witches that live deep inside

To mention is to men
A thing forbid by woe,
Though beauty seems to flirt
Like first November snow.

In golden coffins then,
They dye the draggled corse;
Their hearts so often hurt,
For silence they endorse.

The truth about her beam,
A daughter should not know:
That sedentary gleam
Sets hearts and eyes aglow.

More wondrous is the dream
Of special moments shared,
When under every seam
Lies beauty undeclared.

Be hush and still again,
And never let words course;
Keep failing tongues inert,
Lest meanings well turn worse.

And though she stands overt
With grace upon the low,
To mention is to men
A thing forbid by woe.

Just been to an organic
farm where chickens are
living in a Fiat Multipla.

Before they went into the
EU, in Northern Ireland,
it used to be Morris Minors.

So, after a Boris Br-Eggs-It,
at least, they will get their
perches back, but homeless.

Time for one at Downing St.
"Theresa May resided here
   during the era of Brexit"

If it had a Bulls Eye and posed
at the regulation height of a dart
board, it would be an attraction.