Illicit pet
this dog brings a slim
cigar
to smoke before the
heater
god knows
only pets
have vices left
me here I eat plants
breathe into my pain
a seated silent self-aimed
penitentiary the
locked in one
he puffs out rings
around me runs the circles
I colour in call
mandalas tear out of
books and get a price
to frame
a friendly pat on the ribbs of this illicit pet! Nice poem Kerri, I love the images, the rhythm and especially your sense of humour!
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ReplyDeleteLove this.
ReplyDeleteyou've made me mad for what the other one's said Mr Robert.
DeleteVery tight indeed in a loose kind of way Kerri (:
ReplyDeleteA strong sense of poise in this one, great stuff!
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