Performance Poetry

Recipe for water

Tried to make water today
2 spoons of hydrogen
1 spoon of oxygen
It worked
But to be honest
I think I made it
…a bit too runny

Bus lane Temptations

Oh bus lane
How you tempt me
So clog free
So clear
So near
And yet so far
from letting my car
caress your emptiness

In this rush hour queue
I implore you
Let me cruise down your gently parted thighs
That have materialised
Like a vision before me

Avert those piercing camera eyes of yours
Let my wheels
And your tarmac combine
Let the two of us
entwine
Bus lane
I am yours
Be mine

The teapot collector