Poetry Blogs (flat)

we sit drinking coffee,

much is yet unspoken,

my cup looks cracked,

her biscuits all broken

the flat smells of damp,

split ends and oily hair,

scars bangle her wrists,

focus of my coy stare

by the hearth lies a cat

of a species I deplore,

yellow paint peels off

a lone bedroom door

on her neck a blemish

coated in stale powder,

all in all, a f...

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The dead man sits on his sofa and watches TV

in his East German tower block apartment.

Cash in the bank pays his bills, no eviction notice here.

What was once a real person is a mummified corpse, all wrinkled and shrunken.

For three years he's been like this, a TV critic.

Bored fucking shitless, dead.

From soaps to films, he's endured them all.

No neighb...

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Once-upon-a-time, a barman worshipped the Sun.

Worked nights so didn’t see much of it

but in his head he’d got stories of

the Fire God supreme,

Blaze Lord,

vanquishing monsters who'd eat out your dreams.

He called the Sun ‘Hero’,

believed it had six pairs of arms,

giant wings of flame

and the handsomest nose in the galaxy.

Made moons blush

and g...

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