EATS AT THE FABRIC OF
My dirt bike is launching.
It carries us along to the
impractical yet necessary,
parenthetically pent up.
These video eyes are trail markers.
Here tuned-in steel cavorts
like masculinity. Altogether
preferable to a narrative.
BALACLAVAS ARE TO BE WORN IN THE KITCHEN
Vinegar in the poached eggs,
lime slices ere my eyes.
Nice bumping into you at breakfast.
A one bathroom limit was never in question
two or more an indulgence.
Place your suggestions in the bucket
aesthetically formal then forgotten,
hidden by a stained white parchment.
Let us enjoy the sighs of discovery
or leave them to mature.
About the author
Colin James has a couple of chapbooks of poetry published: Dreams Of The Really Annoying from Writing Knights Press and A Thoroughness Not Deprived of Absurdity from Piski’s Porch Press.