ECCENTRIC FISH EXTRACT

Anger is Eating Clouds for Breakfast

Anger is eating clouds for breakfast, washed down with a little sun that gets stuck in your throat, followed by the picking of teeth with lollipop ladies.

Anger is going clothes shopping, and choosing a skin three sizes too small, and a heart three sizes too big.

Anger is spending the lunch break trying to fit a volcano in a thimble, and losing hope in a bowl of sugar cubes.

Anger goes home, fries snowflakes in the frying pan, and complains there is nothing to eat.

Go to the fridge and find your smile in a milk bottle and pour it over your head anger.

Pavement Poem

Do not step here
my dreams have fallen
out of my pocket, and
are hard to find again.
Don’t grind them into the ground
Otherwise I will have to wait
for the rain to run into the cracks
to the feed the daisies
to push them back up again

Eccentric Fish is part of a bigger book of poetry. You can get it here