Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Plastic Pasta Tubes - poem by Freek

Plastic Pasta Tubes

It took 25 years to defrost
Not quite sure about domestic pets 
Life sure gets in the way sometimes
I get way too excited over a notification 
Pink icing on a white sponge cake

Light slowly fades with long shadows 
Sound of streaming traffic and a door slams
Odd socks haunt me as the dust settles
Plastic pasta tubes and a recyclable packet 
It still works so keep it just in case 

Rub a dub dub my tired eyes stay awake
I've met a few nice people along the way
Haunted by the colour purple
Birthday treats in a foreign land
Refresh the page for a glimpse of you

The Lunatics - Poem by Sam Freek

 The Lunatics

The lunatics have taken over
All gums and no teeth
Strangers with familiar faces
My storage space is almost full
I awake at four to the dawn repetition

Sat up dormant with a fuel line in my eye
An instant replay of a musing
I smile at the monkey on my back
Devoid it has captivated me
Spoon feeding me the answers

The remedy is on your terms only
Drowning the sound out I stop
Counting upwards
Not going too deep
I take comfort in my solitude

Author: Sam Freek