Andy B J Low

Raconteur, paramour, pragmatist, programmer and poet.

Fun with seventeen syllables.

DNR Toe Tag:

If I'm not able
to fend for myself or fuck.
Please. Just pull the plug.

Retort:

I can report
been practicing
my seventeen syllable retorts.

Assumptions:

Misconceptions,
a pedant perverting other peoples' perceptions.

Ghost:

Sudden emptiness, icy shiver
smile
See nothing in the mirror

Suddenly:

It's surprisingly sudden how sudden sudden is,
Will you be missed?

We never needed vaccinations:

The half life of life was less
than the time for mutations' call to death.

Perspective:

When asked, am I gay
I say. Yes,
in a manic theatrical way.

I can see your bits:

It is what it is where it is.
You could talk to my face,
or my tits.


It am what what it is where it's at.
Talk to my face.
We'll leave it at that.


They am what what they is where they at
Talk to my face.
We'll leave it at that.