Saturday, April 7, 2012

Poems in the wild #4

Last Friday I released poem #4 (9 of spades) at Thousand Pound Bend in Little Lonsdale Street. My coffee was excellent, but no one has yet claimed capture of the poem.

Three things about his mother he
knew for certain:
She went to the cinema as an
excuse to cry somewhere other than
the shower.
She stole one item per supermarket
shop, and took the tomatoes
off the truss before checkout.
Her hands smelled like soap
and her lap smelled like old apples.
Three things about his mother he
did not know for certain:
How he could be a man in her eyes
How first he had caught up to her
shoulders, and then;
How suddenly she was small.

Poem #5 was released yesterday...


Cameron Mann said...

A good wild one, that one.

I remember a time when detrussing was efficient. The price difference appears to have evaporated lately.

I think this 9 of spades is got a little sadder in the time it took me to comment.

ernmalleyscat said...

I missed this when you posted. I love it.

Anna said...

Thanks, both of you.

Rita (mademoiselle délicieuse) said...

I'm worried this sad yet beautiful poem has been thrown out by staff!