Wordless Whimsy

Hello, I write flabby things. (copyright applies). Send whatever you want.

Days when the rooftops on houses reachedup only to our waist grooves. Our sighstoppled wheelie bins and oven doors.Days when the stripes of a power line weredraped distinctly against the horizon.When the nihilism was warmer thanthe sun and our eyebrows weren’tafraid of the deluge.Tickle me turquoise, and letthe marbles scatter over marble floors.Remember when tupperware tuckedup our secrets. Remember when cardboard boxesclamped our compunctions. I do,I remember what it felt like to balance pearls of rain on my forehead.

Days when the rooftops on houses reached
up only to our waist grooves. Our sighs
toppled wheelie bins and oven doors.
Days when the stripes of a power line were
draped distinctly against the horizon.
When the nihilism was warmer than
the sun and our eyebrows weren’t
afraid of the deluge.
Tickle me turquoise, and let
the marbles scatter over marble floors.
Remember when tupperware tucked
up our secrets. Remember when cardboard boxes
clamped our compunctions. I do,
I remember what it felt like to balance 
pearls of rain on my forehead.