December 2012 (5)
ADOPTED BRATS
would we be parcels posted
into the same royal mail box
I doubt
but please return to the sender
if undelivered
just call us anything
for who knows what we’re called
passed from hand to hand
start having split personalities
apart from that we are absolutely normal
lick white froth moustache from above upper lip
never finish anything
throw browned off apple cores under the bed
log online to chat with abundant friends
despise shoplifting
at base we are given credit
when time comes to bundling all belongings into a car
as to never turn
to wave or have a serious talk (28th December 2012)
December 2012 (4)
OVER UNCERTAIN SHOULDER
be careful what you wish for
he’d often shout
when they had a row
she’d shook him off
stood above wooden kitchen table
looking down on a map of domestic drama
she let short term sadness
decide
a decade’s passed since
unpacked suitcase full of battle words
back then she knew he had to tell her
it was over yet did not budge
had no desires
like an old lady munching
in a nursing home
now it’s a bit too late (28th December 2012)
December 2012 (2)
‘B’ TEAM
dollops of jam
slide down the jar
glass halo of good fortune secures survival
who are any of us
to claim a role harmed
if world gets down on all four
with pre – paid life jacket
ladies and gents, your applause
for I am eager to please
drumming fingers flick through recipes
stretch silence lake length
I crave something with blueberries
audience tickles me when rinse the dishes
kidnaps cheaper ingredients
tip toes out with no breath signal
I was insulted by instant leaving (14th December 2012)
December 2012 (1)
BEING TAKEN CARE OF
carry my stone in you
that’s what I offered
when others reached for a piece of it
I wonder where got a courage
darling, you look sick
first cleared my throat
visioned this one will work out
she turned me down
stone street began losing its cobbles
like sore teeth
you should throw the weight of yourself into the air
set an example
why have one and do the other
we ate fried food
curling tongues in concentration of next move
weightless wishes
will get work permit nowhere
I carry my stone in a taxi front seat
hunt for a flat
take up space that should better be used
for washing machine or table (01st December 2012)
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