title (c) Meena Muskapoem (c) Marie Marshall
Short, bitter, pointed
you strike your own spark
even without the flint.
‘Short, bitter, pointed’ – yep, that’s me.
i almost kissed a pigeonette’s dirty neck,
the govt condems that nowadays,
says it’s not fair…
I kiss pigeons on Columbus Day. That’s fair, I’d say.
Come on, baby light my pyre…
(because we are human, it is everyone’s birth day)
bowed under a crown of dead branches
we are all led
to pyrrhic victories
I wouldn’t trust Mr Mojo Risin’ with a match. Would you?
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