portmanteau

Creativity
is little more than
over-warmed

over-wrought
badge heavy
cynicism

flipped inside out
upside mine
and round about.

11 April 2008
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Hodge-Podge

How quickly,
my children
do our past selves

come home
to roost

rather like chickens

We are reflections
of how and when
and who and how

Playing
Marmalade-sticky
shell games

of those who
have no shells

Once I robbed
the talents
of those

who have no shells.

Those who play
the game deliberately
have deliberately
burned their bridges.

I notice the
intonation changes
the pauses and
the inherent discomfort
of being true

Neurosis
merely fear
of the expected
unexpected
expectations.

It occurs to me
I am not known carnally

by half the people
who say they know me.

18 April and 27 April 2008