Why Widen? Or how I learned to fear the horizon.

Seafare well
in the
Safety
of your
Well.

Oh Captain, my Captain,
may I say
you look
Mightily Majestic
with your Boots
not fitting
in that Bucket,
and you know
what they say
about men
with big feet…

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Utility

What’s a life worth
that’s of no use
to anyone?

How about
a life
that has been
worn out?

If
our souls have no value
then
why
are you trying so hard
to
buy them?

Oh,
hold on,
I think you’re confusing
worthless
with
priceless
or
rather
cynically
expecting us to.

Fuck you.

***

This poem was originally published in 2015 and was included in An Old Jigsaw, my first book of poetry and micro fiction.

An old Jigsaw

That which can’t be named

I know it seems like strange times now, but ‘corruption’ once used to be quite seriously frowned upon. Like a big deal and everything.

Now it’s not even a thing. The word doesn’t add anything that’s not already covered by ‘politics’ and ‘lobbyism’.

Politicians bought and paid for by private interests?
Yeah? So? Who else are they going to work for?
The voters?
Get a grip you hippie!