blogJanet Charman
it's an addiction the Bloomsberries had
six posts
a day
someone emails
to say they won't pay
will i come and read anyway?
i'll do it for a bottle of wine
so lame
to admit i'd do it for a sandwich
will that be enough?
no give me the cash
i'll do it for a packet of cashew nuts
the wound-up hands of my clock press
on the glass
and time stops
bend the arms back
to the face
blinkered it ticks
when the chimes
ceased
i had the mechanism overhauled
after he pocketed my two hundred and fifty
the technician confided
his simple remedy
double
thump
a kereru pair
plump on the power line
which
sags
in the hills
their numbers building
not
enough to shoot
through two closed doors
and down the hall
smell that
pigeon
baking in the kitchen
twice
i grab the cat by the neck
and squash her under the carry-box flaps
the first time
eyes slit
she squeezed a seam
the second
i got her closed in
the box became unaccountably light
she vanishes
a trick cat
desperate
witches
could be made
to tell how she got out
bugger the priests
i go down to the vet
for advice
they say
don't bring her in
sponge the pecked eyes with cold tea
it's an anti-inflammatory
she lets me
just
backed up
the arse of someone
in the Pak'n'Save carpark
hideous crash
and was it my fault?
well whose fault was it?
now i have to get
round the wreckers for the tail light
over and out
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