A creatively playful misuse of the English language
perpetuated by Irish offspring

I have a poem
No, just a few words
Ummm…..oh crap
I just lost it

flew away

I shoulda written a poem about mold
and the long rainy days

but I didn’t

I shoulda written a poem about
the man downstairs barbequeing
in the early spring with the neighbour
screaming at him to put his shirt on

but I didn’t

I shoulda written a poem about
waiting in the bank for 2 hours
starting at 212 and getting to 272
and then the computer going down
(my number being what is was 303)

but I didn’t

Why?

Becuz…..no one woulda read it.

Shoulda, woulda, coulda

but I didn’t

Electric blue ions
Blowing in from the sea
Wrapping their energy
In and around me
Feeling the  surge and then break away

Positive electric ions
flying in from the Mediterranean (blue) Sea

Where’d I put the you know what
The thing that can’t be found…..
I know I had it
It is somewhere here

around
(wander,wander,wander)

I had them in my hand
Who knows where them went
or with who they decided to off and ran
It was clearly their decision after doing
what they did that them jumped in the
candy bucket and hid.

(I guess it would have been easier to admit
that I don’t remember doing what I did. But then
the gloves would not have had the opportunity to
hide in the candy box as they did)

Mist of the wind
in the sea
rushing under the waves
curling to catch
the mist dances in the air