Chunks of Meat – Sunday 27th February 2011

Chunk of Meats

all these people
taking pieces of me
i can ill afford
i am left dancing a waltz
with the painfully bored
and the terminally shy
causing no joy –
crushed up against the sky
they listen to me –
and lap up the advice
they dine out on my attention
and say, ‘that’s nice’
but what do i get back –
an early morning cuddle
and a cold thanks
i fill a gap –
and i parallel park
in a space for that moment
they put a smile on my face
the happiness goes
and the tears join in the chase
all these people –
detonating bombs…



More poems at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com


James Garratt – Sunday 27th February 2011

I am a 40 something sometime writer. I live in the South West of the UK but originally I am from Essex.

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