Surely it goes without saying
a celebrity marriage break up
makes us gasp and open mouthed
and must be discussed at length
and in depth. All the whys
all the wherefores intricately
broken down and due grief
be exhibited in solemn tears
while 12 dead in an aid convoy
bombed and burnt is hardly news.
#poets for peace
the skull in your passion
the teeth in your desire
the bones of your delight
the sinews of your breath
the niches of longing
the cleft of floods
via Daily Prompt: Passionate
I work in a dept. store to be closed due
to recession. Today we get scraps of paper,
hasty redundancy notices, out of blue,
Manager says “Can we move light fittings over
there. And bring those shades over here.” Training sesh
had explained customers need fresh
new items to buy. They soon get bored. Need 30 days or less.
‘item bite.’ Job Centre I’d worked at six months temp
said same. Jobs on boards replaced everyday.
When unsold items are placed at best sell layer.
We have lunch. I need air, to get away.
See St. George’s demolished without a prayer.
Everything is a burning fag end.
I light up that on which I can depend.
is a timepiece.
A sigh is a fire extinguisher.
Held hands are wishes.
A kiss is a gushing tap.
A snog is a succulent slab of meat.
Sex is walking a tightrope.
Engagement is a car park half full.
Marriage is a pink balloon.
Divorce is stale bread.
Remarriage is a reversing car.