Nothing more pleasing to my eyes
than a handsome man dressed in black.
Bow to stern. Port to starboard.

An orchid hid in a paper bag
next to the milk carton.

Agitated and uncomfortable.
That's when creativity flourished.

“You’d better find that bloody cricket,” Griff said. “I can’t concentrate.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Elmer responded. “It could be hiding anywhere.”

Griff turned around, his face reddened from frustration. He took off his thick glasses. “Don’t you realize how hard it is for me to do my job? That stupid noise is getting on my nerves. You don’t want that happening when I am working on this, get it?” He pointed to a small metal box sitting on the workbench in front of him before rotating back to his starting position.

“Okay,” Elmer said. “I get it—we can’t botch this job.”

Garbage in, garbage out.
Whatever in the world is that all about?
You throw away a perfectly fine red hat,
when it could be worn by a handsome black cat.
Don’t get me started on those overcooked noodles.
It’s a favourite delicacy of the ultra-posh poodles.
The well-soaked and warmed-over coffee grind scraps
are what flavour-seeking worms dream of during their naps.
So what if the flowers are a little bit wilted?
If they are tossed-out too early, they feel utterly jilted.

The shadow moved across the cemetery.
Should I have worn a hat?

Circles of sunlight highlighted births and deaths.

I almost fell in.
Right on top of you.

Is that why I'm here?

The snow keeps coming down
and the wide blue ocean has a hole in her roof.

She needs our help
to get up for work in the morning.