feeling when its greenware ,we don’t feel;

its greenware.

(you’d)Etch away a detail, its decay;

accidental evil.

break,ceramic.

careful, pause.

its absolutely crockery;

fragile, careless!

and please don’t make a mockery I’m fragile now also

yet you seem utterly authentic,

really sound as if you meant it,

that’s good, keep it!

that’s a time consuming piece too!

How can it be ornate, if it is touched?

untouchable, celebrity piece;

well regarded and discussed

is where i’d like to be.

but i’d rather leave it feeling alike,

your comrade piece,

bog standard.

no need for careful manners,

(be)cause i want both mantras.

can one reside upon a plinth and in your hand

I’d make a piece to chew, but ethically can’t;

sensory touch, sensory dictates who i am .

let us build gods, goliaths and also lucky charms.

A crucifix squeezed into palms.

collectables are novel;

smaller things, fixable.

want to be held in your arms not simply gazed at ;

feel the depths, the texture and glaze;

ripples ,tears run your finger over them,

and take-away.

like the flowers from a garden you passed;

run your hands through the foliage the grass

of a clay meadow.

Textures in the depths beneath the sight and sound waves.