Poems by Guest Writer Daniel Kay
Photos by Fatin Iesa
Grandfather & Grandson
From
gummy fangless jaws
Folding
golden toffee wrappings
Away
neatly in a pocket
On
his breast
Treasure
chest-
Drooled
streams of spit
And
wisdom
To
all who cared to listen
Though
no one cared to listen
As
was law-
Family
tradition
Tribal
elders are denoted
By
a firm upright position
And
with the years and weight
Of
golden wisdom
Grandpa
formed
A
sort of corner
Of
the recent family portrait-
And
though he steamed with sage emissions
It’s
just as well that no one listened
For
golden toffee wrappings
Make
for gassy pirate pleasure
And
grandpa was purported
To
have stolen all that treasure.
First Crush
Knotty ginger curls
Make tangled castle turrets
That sit atop the fortress
With the gaping portcullis-
Had not yet noble lustre
But sugar rush desires
Which made our romance burn
With the strength of a thousand fires-
Though we were hardly worthy champions
Representing rival houses
In the fight for a love condemned
Wearing armour from pages of comics
And lights in the our heels
And a Spiderman breastplate
And couldn’t count to 10
Which was already twice our age
Firstborn Son
Hold
the whimsy
From
the cocktail, waiter
I’ve
a stern thirst to abate
But
maybe later
After
drinks
Should
I end up at the brink
Of
the evening
And
m’lady
Has
decided that she’ll stay–
Then
let it flow freely
As
it’s fit so to do,
Because
I’ve often thought
It
fine to take
A
dram of whimsy
On
a first date
And
somewhat further down the line
To
lace the affair-
Spike
the wine
But
when we wake
From
out drunken state
It’d
be best to hold the whimsy
When
it comes
To
naming the firstborn son
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Daniel Kay is a 22 year-old who is originally from the UK.
Find him here: notesfromtheunprofound.tumblr.com
