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Feb 2013
a thrill to my bones
a stud in my nose
a piano jam
he can't eat ham

sometimes it rules
believers are fools
a religious twist
i'm an anarchist

we stopped making sense
despite our diligence
the phone rings
your manner stings

where are you now?
i've searched every cloud
it's blue, it's close
the cat sleeps in boats

scotch on the rocks
it can't read clocks
we ride, we shake
the mug is at stake

"wine and dine"
"me and mine"
the future holds
a sadness untold

the explorer naps
for sheets: his maps
the falcon clutches
it is what it is

celebrate Waitangi Day
a sea away
or maybe three
I don't know.
This stopped making
sense to me.

break the form
glue it with salt
heart smart cookies
1 cup dried cherries

i need you more
she needs it now
it's busy still
hopping on clouds

i searched and searched
to no avail.
the hungry husky
barks and wails.
Written by
Kristen Falzon
   Toni Seychelle
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