Kensi 'n' Tom - Space to dream

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:: Bitter sweet ceylon tea - TB

My dream, in a teacup, needs stirring.
I sip and decide it’s too bitter.
I add sugar and realise it’s now too sweet.
I actually liked it more when it was bitter.
Now it’s a bitter sweet ceylon tea, that’s right.
Should I just leave this one to go cold like the last?
What if i drink every last drop and end up hating the pictures with leaves?

:: Wings - KC

What I am going to be today,

I decided in a dream last night.

It was by tripping too close

to the edge of an abyss

and falling down into it,

I discovered I'm winged.

N.B.:

- TB's official residence is Under the Toadstool. I like to imagine I'm his winter house.

- These poems are shared with The Real Toads

- Kensi 'n' Tom EP artwork by KC.

Paper boats

I recognize the spark in her eyes

as she storms into my room

because it's raining outside
and she needs a good paper boat fast
for a stream forming in the yard.
When I was four myself,
my father used to fold me boats.
I would sit beside him spellbound
watching them go,
making up stories about the places
we would see if we could sail them
down our flooded road.

(A workmate brought her 4-year-old to work yesterday and I gained one hour of origami folding, singing and making believe.)

Kensi 'n' Tom - Conversations with a stranger

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:: Just talking - TB

He’s talking,
He’s bleeding,
Becoming weaker with every word.

He’s talking,
He’s conceding,
He thought you hadn’t heard.

He’s talking,
He’s crying,
Tears making things blurred.

He’s talking,
You’re not listening,
Again, his words have been spurned.

:: Paper - KC

Happy anniversary,

It's been a year.

You left the gate to the zoo

open,

my wild thing

looking for shelter

walked in.

We don't usually talk on a Tuesday

- what happened to "No talk Tuesday"?

What's the last dream you remember?

Are you already awake?

How do you see me?

if you could grow anything from your belly button,

what would it be?

You do beautiful things here,

inside me, I mean.

N.B.:

- TB lives Under the Toadstool. I'm just lucky he likes to spend time with me.

- These poems are shared with The Real Toads

- Kensi 'n' Tom EP artwork by KC.

To build things that matter

Don't stay here
if in your heart
you plan to leave
when in a dream
I need you to
just sit in silence
by my side and
you need to be
somewhere else.

Kensi 'n' Tom - Modern life, let me out

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:: Techno thunder – TB

Oogledy googledy goo,

face booking, snap chatting. 

What’s appening in here?

I C Q Ing for the next one,

I pod iPad iPhone

I’m sad at home.

Look at the beautiful blue skype. 

Yahoo ooo,

I’m getting there eventually.

Lycos, like this, unlike this,

Thee usual for the internet explorer.

Asking jeeves to show you the door.

Unfriend.

:: Stream lines - KC

KC can't tell for sure if she is awake.

KC is too tired to put on makeup today and therefore is wearing her zombie face for work.

KC is listening to The Evpatoria Report.

KC is feeling selfish.

KC won't share her people.

KC is counting up to ten (seven times).

KC is eating carrot cake.

KC wishes she had more time to write.

KC has a sore throat.

KC is sure someone somewhere keeps a voodoo doll of her.

KC is having a day full of emptiness.

KC wishes she had a space to disappear.

KC is reading Ready Player One.

KC liked the photo of a baby dressed in a blue monster costume.

KC is ready to be a mother.

KC's next tattoo will say: but surely tomorrow. #Beckett #WaitingForGodot

KC is feeling grinchy.

KC has a Skype meeting tonight and would like to know what time 20:00 GMT +1 reads in Brazil.

KC's hair looks like grown-up Simba's mane today. #badhairmonth #hakunamatata #TheLionKing

KC is thankful Google and Facebook bots read her poems. #webcrawlerlove

KC thinks she's dying today.

KC survives.

KC is wondering if the other person's silence becomes our own after some time.

KC has gone for a ride down memory lane. She'll be back later.

KC knows it's too late to join NASA.

KC doesn't like existing on Friday evenings.

KC can't sleep.

KC is wishing upon stars that won't fall.

KC now knows it takes no more than two hours sleep to make a nightmare.

KC's chances of falling on the street today are 1.000.000:1. #heavyrain

KC is visiting the online photography archive of The Library of Congress.

KC should probably spend less time with faces of the past and find a face in the present to look at.

KC finds a face in the present. It rarely smiles.

KC still finds it a nice, calming face to look at. 

N.B.:

- TB has a house Under the Toadstool and another one in my heart. I'm always hoping he moves permanently inside me.

- These poems are shared with The Real Toads

- Kensi 'n' Tom EP original photo and artwork by TB.