Shark Flotsam

Funny Man

 

 

 

My opalescent love, my funny man,

 

Like your favourite gag

 

I'd hang around on your lips

 

I'd mock the other jokes

 

With my cork-popping laugh

 

My ha ha hee hee. Mmm

 

 

 

My blue-veined love, my funny man,

 

Like a stick in your hand

 

I'll drum to your time

 

Stretching my skin taut

 

Over your machined frame

 

My oh oh fiddle dee dee. Mmm

 

 

 

My mechanical love, my funny man,

 

Like the hours you fill

 

I'll be the fullest minute

 

I'll ouroboros in your mind

 

Synchronised swimming

 

My sir sir me me. Mmm

 

 

 

My ink fingered love, my funny man,

 

Like the biro on your page

 

I'll press myself to your vellum

 

Your thin surface resisting me

 

Rounded and tight

 

My oo oo ee ee. Mmm

 

 

 

My monochromed love, my funny man,

 

Like your black-rimmed specs

 

I'll remember your face

 

I'll help you watch the world

 

Purely define

 

My ah ah see see. Mmm.

Dirty Snow

 

Leftover.

Coated in a colour that's not quite black

Turning to water that noone should drink

But you aren't washed away yet

Why don't you leave?

You just threaten there still

An ugly sculpture

 

Before,

Just a few days, a few years before

You were perfect and my Everything

You clung to every aspect                                                                                                      

"purest love" "soul mate"

The truest of colours, the cleanest of whites

A nun altered blanket

 

Now,

I wish, more than anything, you'd go.

You're a bad smell in my corridor

The oxygen you gifted, spoiled

The light you shed, a pinhole camera

Today, you are foul matter with a frozen heart

But tomorrow, you will melt.

 

Please. Melt.

© 2018 Colin Herd and all the individual poets

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