Bummer: A Silly Poem

Leaden and bumbling, he stumbled and bled. Oh bummer, he mumbled, my bum is so numb – it would have been better to land on my tum! At this, his tum grumbled – it wanted some bread – though fat and well-rounded and recently fed. He tried to roll over – to get off his…

Rufescent: A Cool-Red Poem

    Confronted – a crook of a man too cool to be constant, all cooked up inside, and lacking a conscience – colours.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019       Image by Klaus Hausmann from Pixabay

A Sunday Stretch

Waking up to the sun, I think I should go for a walk. But, I don’t. Instead, I bring the sun into my home and my being. To go magenta red, or mango orange? Big decision. I mix the magenta with the mango and shake. No decision needed. I emerge from pink pool at one…