Cubist Masterpiece Voting Intentions

Eyes to the left,

nose to the right.

The Template is Ridiculous

Start a poem with a fact –

Gibbons are funkmasters.

Elaborate –

and this is why they love ice-skating so much.

Throw in the odd poetic-sounding

non sequitur –

Has purpose arrived in your life yet,

or the unexpected extinction of

blah, blah, blah, blah, blah?

Is this why we write?

Is it?

Somebody answered, ‘I don’t know,’

but I don’t know.

Things Worth the Effort

The basics of living,

and a doomed attempt

to make sense.

Instead, I fashion meaning

from meaninglessness.

Like that year when I had the sunset

gift-wrapped for your birthday.

Give up on Moaning

Dissatisfaction is the cornerstone

of the human psyche.

That, and all of the constant

interruptions.

Have you ever considered lying down on your bed

and never getting up again?

The best thing to do with all of your opinions

is to scrumple them up.

Set fire to them. Dance.

Sunlight can fall

on the glummest of people,

even those obsessed with books

telling them how their lives should be lived.