Lovers 2006
Breakfast is wasted on them
It’s a game which these young lovers play
Toast, coffee and eggs
Scrabble tiles lost under the kitchen table again
They’re no bigger than the games they play
No wiser than the last time they played
See how the girl rolls the die!
Rolls again for a pink piece of pie!
Twisting the rope round her neck
The candlestick raised above his head
An envelope of clichés and clues
Neither will lose the game today!
See how they add up the scores
See how they don’t break the rules
Ascending the stairs to play Twister
Wait until they both spoil the game!
December 16th, 2005
3:15 pm
It reminds me of a Nursery Rhyme for our future robot children.
December 21st, 2005
3:45 pm
There is so much hope to garner from this poem.
Banlity exists beyond and with beauty in the right company.
December 28th, 2005
2:12 pm
this makes me feel tired and sad. How do you break the rules?