I Feel

Do you see me
as a jagged puzzle
hard corners
that don't fit right

I sit in the corner
solving myself
as you watch

My Arrival

Sweet jasmine flanks the wall of my arrival
I clear my throat

Soft wood and iron beckon over broken
concrete
I enter your castle of pasted paper

You are collecting stamps on the internet
"what's new"?
"nothing much" I say

My wisdom withers into a box labelled
rejection

I have come unannounced.

What Lies Inside

Soft jovial laughter draws tired lines around
your life
checked shirts and drying gym shoes
piled newspapers edit the floorspace

the news is on
the next cause cries
you run and capture the string


that ties the ankles of the twits
the underdog escapes the shadow of their fall

One more won


It's 6pm


     the news is on again

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