come sit with me
not so close -
oh go on then
you’re chillingly cute
most mute and pasty
and today
i have the stale mulligrubs
lay and play with me
lap a little
dip the lip if you want
drink -
sip me witless
hop on my knee
now nuzzle nearer
suck all sludgy emotions
tipple me my toothy nibbler
your raven locks match my socks
your eyes bluebottle black
a bruised butternut scents your syrup
i drip for you
dribble over my wetness
all damsel damp and drooly
let us gastronomically guzzle
after all
both suck and suckle
are sweetly the same
mouths wanting
a drain for their pain
dance me drowsy
in your blood flush
and deathly gurgle
oh do that again
my limpid snuggle
Categories:
nibbler, poetry,
Form: Free verse
come sit with me
not so close -
oh go on then
you are chillingly cute
and today
i have the stale mulligrubs
lay and play with me
lap a little
dip the lip if you want
drink -
sip me witless
hop on my knee
suck all sludgy emotions
tipple me my toothy nibbler
the darkness of your raven locks
matches my socks
dribble over
my wetness
after all
both suck and suckle
are about the same
one mouth wanting
a letting
a ghost dance
for blood red rain
oh do that again
my limpid snuggle
Categories:
nibbler, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A jackdaw is stealing
my tote bag of unused words,
a rodentlike kibitzer, a pecking dictator
of the worthiness of sounds.
If I run out of bullets now
he will take over my range,
blue-pencil my graffiti,
he will denounce me
as a purveyor of insensible languages,
a peddler of demonstrations
made for the amusement
of dabbling dilettantes.
Then I shall be defenseless.
I will have to render down
the fat of my mind
and when it is all as lean tree bark
it will be my own wickiup,
there I will wait
until he comes creeping again
into my larder, aiming to rob me
of my last cracked chicken bones,
my winter store
to make just a little broth
for my tongue.
Categories:
nibbler, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Me a zombie?
Never!
Just a viral doofus poseur,
Brainiac and hacker on the loose tapping into other genie lamps,
Wireless Stikbot floater skipping ID challenge.
Hurdles that authenticate saliva from a silicone palate.
Trojan horse webber getting kicks from pop up photos and their tick box phasers.
Magic putty slideshows arfe my fix,
Overlapping gotchas in the cryptic mainframe,
zapped on sight.
Cookies nerd obsessive, parasitic nibbler on limitless net feeds,
Humanoid, human void,
vacuum mouse pad tracker ball bane.
Foxy email phisser,
wolf amid the Wiki swathes at random,
memory never full.
Sabouteur who pinpoints rootkit channels,
silently installing gridlock pixels deep freeze.
But I am not a robot,
just some micro chip app monger, macro chip on shoulder and those other parts designed by desktop surgeons,
sideline sci-fi wise guy not so wise,
hi-tech buff illusion in a hall of mirrors dash into the ether.
Me this CoderDojo mass encryption tangle,
blue moon barcode surfer, Janus-faced,
mutant bit part player who has somehow lost his byte!
Written January Twenty First Twenty Twenty
Categories:
nibbler, color, computer, creation, fantasy,
Form: Prose Poetry
Today I squashed a slug.
He was not a bug.
He did not bite, tickle, buzz or otherwise molest me.
At best, he was the occasional plant nibbler who feasts on my weeds.
He was making his epic journey across my stoop in his dilated time.
I really feel he would of made it, but I may have drank too much wine.
An oyster without a shell, a mollusk with no sea, he had no rock to climb under, so instead was killed by me.
On this fading day I vow, no matter what, nor where, nor when, nor how.
I will never pour salt on another, never bait one more, never make a careless step out of my front door.
This will be the last slug I kill through any reckless act.
This is not just optimism, but a solid fact.
Categories:
nibbler, animal, environment, funny, humorous,
Form: Free verse