Trying not to sneeze
the last time anyone said something like that about me
I sneezed in their face and the green sheen was evident
- after minor survey -
on the toe of the boot belonging to my former,
perhaps now current, adversary.
must've dropped from sneezy heights!
The colour of our relationship had always been
a sickly ochre,
no daffodil yellow,
'off my back' with off black,
rather than
burrened lime grey scale
The fruits of our friendship must've been perennials.
I always sought annuals - daily;
I could never wait for rituals to
say 'bond now, slowly,
count with your arms in the air'
as if flagging down a
harrier jet on a sixpence.
We need to soar
we need to acknowledge
not ignore
we need to know we sew
we reap what we sew
with so and so
flippin yoyo
carbunclish goya toe.
So, what does that say about me?
I ask myself, trying not to sneeze
Great attitude! Lol! Nice poem..
Sneezing in a partner's face would surely get them seeing red...a trifle better than sickly ochre (great sound) I feel. Another one of those singing linguistic delights that benefits from reading aloud. Great green stuff!! ;)
Been away a week and I see I have a lot to catch up with... I see the j-man has emerged from behind the Squareman :)