Talk to strangers
Eye contact, a smile, a nod.

Be brave and confident,
Other people are not dangerous.

I know your story is fascinating,
Tell it with gusto, a laugh a tear.

Talk to strangers,
You have absolutely nothing to fear.

I am no longer going to be me.

I want to be my neighbour Sally.

She has agreed to discuss it,

And if all goes well, we will

Swap apartments next week.

Sally has friends.

She said they come with the deal.

Him: Hey, what up?

Her: At work. Busy and bored.

Him: Come home for lunch.

Her: Naked Lunch?

Him: William S. Burroughs 1959

Her: Did you know that the title was a mistake.

Him: I know letting you out of bed this morning was a mistake

Her: Alan Ginsberg misread the phrase ' naked lust,' as 'naked lunch' and Jack Kerouac told Burroughs to keep it as the title.

Him: So come home and we will both misread the title.

Her: I won't have any ******* on so be quick.

Him: Send me a pic when you can.

Her : Kisses. Ok if we do it in the kitchen?

Can you Tik Tok a shuffle,
Facebook a thread,
Instagram a selfie,
Tweet that you are dead.

Can you strike up a conversation,
Nod at those unknown,
Talk kindly to a stranger,
Ignore a ringing phone.

Can you love a friend forever
Remember days gone by,
Reach out for a smile,
Stop searching for the why.

International Poet"s Survey

1) At what age did you first feel pain?

2) Have you ever stood in a mud puddle for longer than 30 seconds?

3) Do you, or do you wish you could, eat food off other people's plates?

4) Have you blacked out from drinking too much. More than a 100 times?

5) Did your best friend's older sister teach you everything there is to know about *******?

6) Does death fascinate you?

Results will be anonymously published. Once we reach a billion times a million, times a trillion contributors. Or two. Which ever comes first.

You said forgive but not forget,

I torment and your tears my fret,


I pair in love but you drift away,

I've lose the path each lonely day.


I want to tend and care with love.

To hold your hand with your heart above.


Will you listen to the wind tonight,

And hear me whisper in sad delight.

Can you cuddle a thought,
Take a hot dog to bed,
Feed fish with a hammer,
Wish the whole world was fed.

Can we dance on our heels,
Sing out loud in our head,
Or cry through the night
Holding dreams by a thread.