All of six years ancient,
Midst the manic roar of child abandon,
Slowly he raises his wrinkled brown hand,
As if ratcheted from the other side of the world,
And gently pats the top of mine.
Sharp with viper eyes,
He places his stud player slips
Into her pink fairy zipped.
Demented with the nose runs,
All kissy in the fur,
She panics through the deathly possibilities,
As if every is her last.
YOU ARE READING
My first collection of poems: some funny, some dark, some experimental, some for children. Available in digital format on Amazon or a limited print run on eco kraft paper available soon from his website.