Pick and Mix
My poems barely reach the end of the page
All my poems are on a word docx now
I hope I have backed them up and they are fully secured
It’s weird to suddenly have one less notebook to look through
When compiling or revising
My poems are different on a word docx
More like Allen less like
Whoever x
I find it difficult to not be envious
Envious of those who seem to know
Envious of them that win money prizes on a game show
Why am I watching this shit anyway
What else is on
You don’t need a clutch bag on your wedding day
You do not need a handbag to accessorise
All you will need is faith
Faith that your husband won’t cheat
Unless he has already of course
Yeah OK mum
I’m just telling ya
Alright mum you’ve told me
Cough cough germs germs from your bj mouth to your clenched up fist
I see that smile
You’re only pretending to be polite to cover your mouth
But polite you ain’t
You’re a germ carrier your mission is to spread and divide
I haven’t done anything but I still apologise
Jumping when that drain cover is trod on
It’s right outside my alley
I hear it I think it’s the police
I pee first and change my pad
Deleting old texts that might be found suspicious
OK I’m ready police man
I’m so sexy
I’m that chocolate dribble on your chin I’m that tight bulge as a man lowers himself to help his child put his or her shoe on I’m the wobble of the jelly I’m the thigh and knee I’m a note being played the drop noise of coins in an arcade machine I’m a gift I’m a silly text
I’m so sexy
My man
You’re a player
You know what for
And appear like I am man
You are woman
Yet you see how she is besotted
Attached
Trapped now in your bell jar
You don’t like them like that but you make them so
I get you years after
The bargain bin blowout sale
You a ruin
Lacklustre
Still enough to send me head over
Lord knows how you were then
Hard to deny, I imagine
Treasure.
Beyond limits
Respect for your parents
And the teachers at school
For the cops that keep
Non respecting citizens in jail
And then you hatch
And you are old
You can think well perhaps
I can break one of those rules
I’m not at school anymore
And why do drugs – alcohol get sold
If people are that worried about their health, in losing control
Well, 3 lads died that day
In the stolen Ford
On the motorway
They had taken smack cocaine
And were doing shots
There’s people looking out for you for a reason, you know?
More than that
Redbull will give me wings
The swing will give me lift off
And too much vodka will make me
Fly
Fly high
Higher
Dazzling greens blues
And a clear white bulb
An ambulance
You lay unconscious
Bloody
Broke.
Private dancer
Strange shadows jut out across the wooden surface of the floor
The dresser creaks as I put down my palms on it
I watch my face in the mirror that confronts me
You grab me by the waist and you spin me
Throwing shapes with our bodies
Creating our own shadow’s onto the wooden surface of the floor.
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Katie Lewington loves her boyfriend, bacon sandwiches, poetry and reality TV. She is a published poet. She also writes book reviews and the odd (very odd) story, which she shares on her blog https://katiecreativewriterblog.wordpress.comDon’t be shy and get in touch, she likes to hear what people think about her work. Or if you have a book you think she would be interested in.
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