All entries for Monday 04 January 2010

Guilt

grazing knees
and asking why eating grass
and acting donkey
means

politician

towels crease in the mist

a man will check if we showered


or feeling creases
in leathersleeves
with my meccano arms
means

if you run, quick
you can wet your towel



i got caught in the train of my mother’s dress
i spilt some wine on the hearth
i crush cereal under the kitchen rug

i grab
the mist
before it
creams

and i dry my hands

: 04 Jan 2010 13:15 |  Tags: Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem