Biography

Age: 27
Job: Copywriter
Home: Bury
Religion: No
Sex: Yes

Here's a few old ones. I have never performed my poems, or showed them to anyone for that matter; all constructive criticism greatly appreciated.

Samples

Ban bonsai.

The bonsai tree you bought for me has died:
dried out without a bark of pain,
waiting quietly inside for rain.
Perhaps knowing that
if it cried and nobody came,
its hurt would be the same
(or worse).

The bonsai tree you bought for me has died.
I confess I tried to hide the pot,
bury the lot beneath the floor
before you got there first
and thought the worst –
confusing my accident
with cruel intent, or
my mess with metaphor.



Babysitter beware

I would gladly sanction murder
as your expression of schadenfreude
broadly creases ear to ear
that carapace you call your face.

Lucky for you, I am only seven.



The work/life balance of a farmer.

I am at the door for four.
Soft, vindicating kisses
caress my guilt-tangled
brows,

I struggle beneath their
lingering promise -
a martyr to my cows.



The EX

You call me
To tell me that
I haven’t called, or
Returned your many calls –
Essentially stonewalled all attempts at communication

You tell me
You think me rude
To have eluded you, and
Crudely abused your patience
With my procrastinations, telephonically speaking

To which I
Blear-eyed, reply
That in my opinion, your
Dominion over me has ended,
And in fact never extended to five o’clock in the morning.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.