A photocopier without toner
Sometimes becomes an office loaner
I was no exception
So I sold confections
Becoming invaluable to my owner.
Categories:
photocopier, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Personification
Rome 02.2002
The Bet
Was made to end this stupid game...
If I had won;
I would have asked to see the REAL you!
I would have asked to see the man,
I first noticed at the photocopier,
one day in October.
The man that was waiting for me
outside my office,
when I got back to work.
That man that picked me up,
on a Sunday morning to go out for breakfast.
The same man that didn't want problems or complications.
I would have asked to see,
the man with a boy's smile sitting on the counter
after our first fight
making all my anger disappear in an instant
I would have asked to see the man,
that walked beside me in the rain,
and then sat and talked to me by candlelight.
The same man,
that picked me up from the airport,
after a long journey home.
the man that made me laugh,
when I wanted to cry.
the man that taught me to forget my past,
and live again.
But I lost the bet,
and maybe a little more.
Categories:
photocopier, crush,
Form: Prose
High heels like peacocks on stilts
Eyes piercing like porcupine spikes
Bear heavy mascara like war paint
Lips so red like they’ve never been kissed
We suit up for the show down
The wardrobe mirror decides the crown
Our sway leading the way
Our e-goes leave the driveway
To jam the payroll en route the freeway
As we carve a niche along the concrete pathway
Dark sunglasses for added couture
Style galore in ‘Mzazi fosho!’
These are high stakes
The fashion police issue hefty fines for any mistakes
Sanctioning you off the fashion calendar
No points for ‘colour blockin’ and poor posture
The isle to the photocopier becomes the runway
The city streets become the fashion highways
Categories:
photocopier, fashion,
Form: Light Verse