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.