Poems from Wettham Bray
There is a kooky family with some kind of jaundice
who have lived in a box for thirty years.
Doomed to suffer the same week again, over...
Some people like coriander and some hate it. The coriander hating folk say it tastes like soap.
I like coriander.
I hate u2.
I think...
Cephalopods are the liars of the ocean.
swimming In their shouls
They manipulate bioluminescence to mimic
others.
What a bunch of...
In the quiet corner, a raindrop dances, sliding down the window— a tiny journey, reflecting the world outside, blurry and bright, ...
A mustang is a horse But also a car, With war-drums under the hood, It whinnies, it neighs, Hooves of rubber Galloping past traffic....