No More Frisson Please
Matthea Harvey
Engine: I must look nice
– > < – !
Irrelevant, irrelevant sang
the xylophone to the mallet,
though without it plinking
were impossible. The ether
wasn’t working either.
We could still see budgies.
The whole house waited
while you twirled a tiny divan
between your fingers.
Ever tempted to linger, I
pixellated you, ate sugar
in the form of quince.
Haven’t heard from you
since, hottie.
This Is Not A Glass Door
Matthea Harvey
To Ambition, that Slinky™
The fax went through
& through. In a way,
Fred meant to bump noses
with Mary. The protestors
fell asleep against
the fluffy barricade.
Quietly, lower
Paleolithic blended
with middle Paleolithic.
There was a tax on English
biscuits again.
A sign told you
when you were
in the park.