Courting Dimensions

We see in two dimensions, why do we need three?

When depth’s always hidden within you and me

Like engraved images in a dusty old book

Just flat lines multiplying the closer we look


A ball’s three dimensional, though all the same

Dribbled on flattened courts, we all call a game

Shooting for stars – settling for net

Thinking two dimensionally that’s all you get


We’ve all the axes: X, Y and Z

Why would one not think in 3D?

This third dimension’s for all to score

Winners share in its depth evermore



Porta-Poetry* Triku

*Rated IA (Immature Adult)


Tissue Shrouds –

No matter the seats

An outhouse be – pit alone

Assesses its tone


Haste Makes Waste –

Like the hasty turd

Rushing to an open door

Nourishing no more


A Pig with Lipstick –

A penned little pig

Who plays in yesterday’s poo

Is someone’s lunch too