Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Young crow

some road kill

tasting like family.

Last puppy sold

their birth blankets burning

one by one.

Curtains open

just for these few hours

the moon joins our bed.

Card night

your laughs move our peanut shells

across the plastic table.

Crowded bus

the tot showing the inspector

her rag-doll‘s ticket.

A full moon tide

lapping at the jellyfish

pushes them higher.

Sudden showers

watching my watercolours

run into a Picasso.

Crowded bus

the pink on her face

squeezing her doll‘s shyness.

A dry wedding

the old sailor fidgets

inside his necktie.

Midnight swim

in the dunes between beer bottles

our summer clothes.