jocelyn vye

In frills for thrills

High heels for weather

Wherever we find grass together

You know what?

Pavement, too

You don’t need perfect

Conditionally

You need an Un prefixed

My magic practically

A ball if we have one

My socks knotted if not

Convenience is for me

But “I’d do anything for you” is paternal platitude

Your Dada studied “Show me, don’t tell me” in Theatre

I’ll make molehills out of mountains

Til the pickaxe snaps

Keep breaking bare-fisted

Til my eye-backs black