We rummaged in the toolbox but only found
The hammer.
We rummaged in the toolbox but only found
Cascades of silver glitter,
Shimmering ghosts.
We rummaged in the toolbox but only discovered
My anatomy;
It smells of curry
It wasn’t very nice
But the dog ate it anyways.
We rummaged in the toolbox but only found
Ferry boat Margaret
Swinging low with rats,
Boats,
And rainbow oil.
We rummaged in the toolbox but only found
A city in levels
Like a Victoria spongecake.
Love finds itself,
Rummaged in the toolbox,
Walking through the city’s dark history
Everything is black and white
Except in the dead of night.
We rummaged in the toolbox but only found
The last poem
Of the last dug dazzled.
We rummaged in the toolbox but only found
Purple pen pushes words from my mind.
We rummaged in the toolbox but only found
Barbados to Bristol and back.
Reimagined in dance & verse
Choreo poetry curiosity, hoping
To bring on the flow in me.
Speak your own truth. Love me
So don’t scare me of all these pomp & circumstales.