Poems from The Garden
sit in your garden. feel the grass in your toes. the bees buzz by. thoughts cease. from here, poetry flows
Friday Afternoon in Bristol
7th February 2025
Milky Sky,
Yellow castle
of my mind.
Come up for air,
fifteen 555
on gloucester road.
drinking psychedelic chai
with the bumble bees
girl, come take my hand
and nurse my burned tongue
from the soup from the last place
god damn impatient bitch
running olive oil
down my chin
oh baby bristol
here i am
for one afternoon only
Moon
14th November 2024
The moon is full
or so I'm told
for she's hiding
in her shy way
behind her dusty curtain
But hey, I can feel her
in all her fat glory
wide eyed and gleaming
in my heart
under the place
my underwear
just below the tip
of my necklace
I cough and I cry
but god I love her
god I love me
and really, I love you too
momentarily slipped away
but I'm back so soon.
Bumblebee
23rd May 2024
The London Bee didn't know
that he wasn't a normal bee.
He likes oat milk in his coffee
and his flowers smell like wee.
He's nothin' like a bee from Leigh
who fancies himself a drinker o tea,
whilst sniffin' on a sweet pea.
London Bee O London Bee
Never will you ever be
a normal honey-sucker bee.
Sluggin'
23rd May 2024
Dear Slug
Nothin' personal,
Never seen a body like
That before
So wet
Not in a good way
No offence
Im tryin'
Baby I said I'm tryin'
To love all these
Creatures yes I am
But I don't got no love
For no
slimy
slug