Two-Faced
I deface myself
in the mirror
afraid to approach
at face value
when I am not
prepared to lose face
can I face up
to who I am?
Two-Faced
I deface myself
in the mirror
afraid to approach
at face value
when I am not
prepared to lose face
can I face up
to who I am?
While the machines create
journalistic novels
of formulaic structuralism
based on quotient algorithms
the literature of the pen
will flow as blood
poured into a singular
stream of ink
passed from hand to hand
the preservation of the
sacred
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The Prophet
His presence attracted
disconcerted stares and
nods of self-satisfaction
at his attire:
sandals worn with socks
His voice remained
unheard above the
sneering gossip of
faux sincerity
Only in his hometown
is a prophet
unrecognised
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Traffic Cones
An orange cone
on a black tarmac
divides the flow of traffic
A young man holds a sign
of dishevelled appearance
divides the flow of pedestrians
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Bedroom Conversation
There was nothing I could do
It just happens sometimes
No, I can’t always control it
I’m sorry your mother noticed
You think it was awkward?
It was an unfortunate erection
Stop laughing; it’s not funny
That’s killed the mood
I’m going to sleep
* I posed the challenge to the members of Post It Note Poetry to write an awkward sexy poem for Valentine’s Day. This is my effort.
Lawnmowers
the dividing line of suburbia:
a rickety paling fence
observations made of a
greener side
without adequate qualification
in acts of comparative jealousy
take up your lawnmower
and follow me
there’s a garden to care for
and it’s not on the
other side
of the fence
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Box Of Matches
Prometheus’ gift reduced
to domestic convenience
packaged and shelved
waiting for the sulphurous
strike against the edge
a flare ignited
will it burn
twice as bright
and half as long?
Pick one.
Strike it
and see
The Shortest Distance
Between two people
the shortest distance
is not the coupling
of breathless nakedness
with whispered
secrets betwixt
ear and pillow
but in the extravagance
of the simplest gift
that costs naught
but time