I've recently been published again in this years edition of 'Pandora's Box'. I thought, as it is only a small publication, to share with you some of the things that are in there by myself.
Cleared Out
Heaney's North, Pinter's Celebration
And a Lonely Planet guide to Korea
All for under a tenner.
Joyous though I am,
It's hard to not feel sad and sorry for
Gap-filled bookshelves dotted with stickers,
Venerable walls cheapened
With discount posters.
Loss
Losing a loved one is not a hole in the head,
A wound to the heart,
A cavern, A void.
It is the deep and certain knowledge that whoever knocks at your door
Wont be them.
Stripped
Hovering just below corrugated roofing,
Disfigured, odd strips of varied luminosity
Glare.
Like stretched incisors, one blacked out,
One full of dead flies, they make me wonder
Just how many saw them in their pure new smile.
And, wherever they are now, remember it?
Horror-Scope
Virgos never give it up,
Leo's too hard to tame.
Capricorns find me unsure footing.
I'm no pescetarian, so Pisceans are a no-go.
Saggitarians arrows miss me, Scorpions scare me,
Librans weigh me, find me wanting.
I'm a red rag to Taurans, and Arians find me
Woolley.
I'm no bigamist, sorry Gemini.
And it goes without saying that I dont want Cancer.
After all this, star signs are rubbish,
Which is a very Aquarian thing to think.
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