standing in the queue to order a word kebab at my local takeaway

What would you like?

Voice of division

Voice of derision

Vice setting tone

Garnish with that?

Waiting for a letter to arrive

Swirly bluebottle battle commence

Sprinkled future with past tense?

Translating life into mulch

More kebab meat you cry

Hey, we’ll give it a little try

Lives keep sloping around

Lines of space abound

Splash of 1815 art noveau sauce

Vitae form and an invisible gas

Cacophony of form found underground

There you go doll

Dab of metaphors, similes and metonyms

Archaeology, physiology and bullshitology

All in your sweet smile

Paintballing with no pun

Slip secretly past

Silence distilled into little white pats

An expectation that will never last

What one you wanting?

Make your mind up sweetie

What can I say

I’ve put quiet in the wrong tray

Aural and auditory needs a shake

Word machine whirrs a while

Voice is a funny thing

We all like a whingey

Truth added at extra cost

Truth and nothing – but?

Tastes a bit exotic

My advice –take it in small doses

The human project taken to heart

Tears us all apart

Real and right stick in a small intestine

Sorry doll if I give you a start

Just checking facebook meditations

On my app

There you go.

Vowels thinly cut

Blasted over a linguistic haul

On your way out

Click ‘like’ on my poetry

Slow word burning on flow charts

Fresh MMMM-meme kebabs

Propaganda feed for your heart.

Free at any cost.

Feel yourself decline

Blocked ya snobby swine

Better things to do with my time