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
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
Modern Art of Convenience
The gallery’s lights
focus his attention;
precise, sharp, clear.
He glances left and right at
the great expanse of art
and views with a critical eye,
studied poise and the artist’s frames.
A tinny voice grates through
the loudspeaker,
“Can I have a price check
from fruit and veg
to register four?”
Whispers
the rain whispers
like a lover
delicately caressing
a saturating moistness
of satiated excess
soaking through
the skin
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