Carry On

If you are reading this

I’m already dead.

If so,

I want you to know,

That,

There is schnitzel in the fridge,

Lemons,

In a bowl,

On the kitchen bench.

I trust you 

To do the right thing.

I’m sorry, 

I’m all out of Chablis.

Parkstreet 

Ko-fi

Parkstreet

Modesty

There was once a town where the lady who owned the dress shop would protect the modesty of her window mannequins by placing slips on them when she changed their attire with the seasons.

I lived in that town.

Now I don’t.

Parkstreet 

Ko-Fi

This Poem Contains No Illuminati Code

This poem

Contains 

No

Illuminati code.

Parkstreet

Ko-Fi

Twisties

Do you remember the time

Your flatmate let me in

And when I entered the kitchen

You were sitting in the window

Slender and wonderful,

Framed in light,

Peacefully eating Twisties?

You smiled at me.

I picked on you

For eating Twisties.

I had to.

You were too beautiful.

Parkstreet

The Birth Of Comedy

Inside the cave a man dances like a fool, to keep the people laughing and distracted from the storm. 

Outside the cave a shaman dances like a fool, to keep the people frightened and focused on the storm.

Parkstreet

Ko-Fi

Flautist

A flautist
Is a feather,
Floating
On the wind,
Seeking
A hat
To adorn.




Parkstreet

Ko-Fi

Kiss Science

There oughta' be a Nobel Prize. 

No physicist observes evidence more accurately,
No mathematician makes quicker calculations.

Does she want him to kiss her? Cheek or lips?

Decide.

Now.


There oughta' be a Nobel Prize.






Parkstreet

Ko-fi