Category Archives: Nut


Staring at the screen I can’t see

Between the eye and the flat

A memory or day dream

Of you, of me

I think in illusions

While smell and touch illuminate falsities

You are nothing to me

Much less than you ought to be

Are you lonely in your choices?

Is there warmth in the bed?

Where I’d be the island in the ocean of cotton

And you would swim to me

Oh we can see how you are afraid to enjoy me

© Mints and Wisdom 2013


Quick chat

So my pal Jogs called me today and asked if I’m still in ‘love’.

*Minor panic*

“Err when did I say that I was in love?”

O shut up! I saw the twinkle and I know you. How’s the lovely Nut anyway? Have you snogged (kissed) him yet?

“Jogs… get off my phone line”