Two Left Feet

Sometimes

when i walk towards you

i have two left feet

both of them turning at angles

trying to keep myself in balance

so i can dance like the angel

you said i was.

Burn up

I apologise - I am searching through my records for a copy of this poem - it was very tongue-in-cheek - and written based upon a prompt given by The New Zealand Listener.

Andy Warhol

This

is

a

poem.

Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Anton Chekhov