Well, they are mostly hasty and not so serious. However, they illustrate how formats and contents are indeed not too related to one another. I will explain how a poetic interface can be formed in the next post. It’s very easy.
A Leather Jacket
A tale of jeans, a word to send,
Is life in what we wear –
A leather jacket, odd to blend,
My walks of Stefanel.
A cloudy day, a breeze to lend,
Refreshed the air so cool:
The trousers green to follow trend,
My steps of Chipie shoes.
But all of these do not compare
To me who doesn’t care;
A tank top light of summer wears
Betrays a heart to share.
A little corner of the street
Is close to where I live:
A cup of moka nice a treat –
A quite relaxing eve.
Could Bao Bab be my rhythmy lab
And where to dance my rhymes –
The meters stepping up for grabs,
A skitto paid on dimes?
A bagel stuffed with eggs and hams
With sesame a jot,
To fill with butter not a ban,
Ten million joules I got.
But right back home I weighed on scale,
And sixty kilos still;
In disbelief a song I hailed –
For sure I’d need a pill.
A waitress beautiful and tall,
Another short and sweet,
I, not too sure of which to call,
Held for their eyes to meet.
The taller girl at me she looked –
I stuttered not a sound;
The priciest items then I booked,
Not counting the amount.
I kept my cool and showed my card,
And, “Nay,” she waived her hand,
“It’s cash or cop, and not too hard,” –
I killed my wallet grand!
A bagel hot with coffee iced
For twenty no bargain,
But for a smile for sure will I
Come back to here again!