Experimental

I can't just my fingers and make my toys put themselves away

Sooty chimney sweep sweep me off my feet
naughty boy spoonful of sugar compromise.
Nanny shows patriarch another way
Patriarch larks with umbrella.
Super under uncanny blue skies
fragile lies stick like chalk sticks to pavement.

James Brady

Author’s Statement

Words are OK at communicating their inability to communicate, and when they fall short of that, they might say something. When I was an Edwardian child I had an ace nanny, but now I'm bitter and can only remember how to play with words. Something she used to say to me is filtered through something quite atrocious.