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Jack in a box
The sherry glass squeaked
inside the tea towel
as Jack finished off
the last of his supper dishes.
He switched off the kitchen light,
settled down for the nightly news.
His fingers waggled,
roughly licked by a friendly tongue.
His eyes closed behind strong readers,
the completed crossword
slid over his belly onto the floor.
Unaware of the pair arguing outside.
You do it.
Get stuffed it was your idea.
Do it you wimp.
No it was your idea, you do it.
Ha, I always knew you had no balls,
wait till I tell the rest of the lads.
Ok! Give it here then,
but you’re doing the next one.
The boy scurried to Jack’s door
and rattled the brass knocker,
lit the banger, shouted
wanker
and dropped it through the letterbox,
on top of the mail
Jack forgot to pick up.
The TV was as loud as a Western
and Jack could sleep through gun shots,
never heard the knock or the call,
didn’t smell the smoke as it blinded the hall.
inside the tea towel
as Jack finished off
the last of his supper dishes.
He switched off the kitchen light,
settled down for the nightly news.
His fingers waggled,
roughly licked by a friendly tongue.
His eyes closed behind strong readers,
the completed crossword
slid over his belly onto the floor.
Unaware of the pair arguing outside.
You do it.
Get stuffed it was your idea.
Do it you wimp.
No it was your idea, you do it.
Ha, I always knew you had no balls,
wait till I tell the rest of the lads.
Ok! Give it here then,
but you’re doing the next one.
The boy scurried to Jack’s door
and rattled the brass knocker,
lit the banger, shouted
wanker
and dropped it through the letterbox,
on top of the mail
Jack forgot to pick up.
The TV was as loud as a Western
and Jack could sleep through gun shots,
never heard the knock or the call,
didn’t smell the smoke as it blinded the hall.
Published 2nd Nov 2019
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2nd Nov 2019 8:56pm
Your writes, as I become familiar with the body of your works, seem such charming vignettes, windows into private moments of your life. That is something I resonate with artistically. I mostly write about memories, recent or otherwise. The detail work of your writes is strong, well elucidated. It's great to read you.
3rd Nov 2019 8:05pm
Many thanks DC you are very kind with your comments, in most of the stuff I write there is piece of me invested, then there is a quite flash of the poetic licence just quick enough so you cant tell its fake. :) There are some great poets here on DUP and I am already learning a lot.
