i don’t really
know what a haiku
is
Month: September 2014
you took the last bus home
Assorted Poems, Some poemsyou took
the last bus home
i still don’t know
how you got it through the door
but you’re always doing amazing stuff
like the time
when you caught that train
You stitched together the pauses
Assorted Poems, Some poemsyou stitched together
the pauses
from old, discarded
Harold Pinter
plays
until you had made yourself
a
blanket
of
silence
mushroom
Assorted Poems, Some poemswhen she missed London
she would lie down
upon the carpet,
hold a mushroom to her ear
and hear the sounds of
the Portobello market.
Paul Young
Assorted Poems, Some poemsit was quite by accident
that i discovered Paul Young
in the garden that morning,
living under a hat.
he appeared to have
made himself quite at home
there although he admitted to
periods of abject loneliness.
i would visit him daily,
feeding him turnips,
the ends of which he
would store in his turn-ups.
upon arriving, he would beg
me to stay for good this time
but, having other things
to attend to, i never did.
however i did enjoy the feeling
of him next to me and so
every time i went away,
i would take a piece of him with me.
then one day, to my dismay,
i lifted up his hat, and found
there was no more of him left,
not even an ankle or an earlobe.
in a rage, i tore his playhouse down
before going inside to stroke
my cyndi lauper.