Poems from LivingIntheMiddle17
The sweet taste of victory
Is contained in Bacardi.
I lost my wife down the reddened trail
Of ginger and a whole lot of ale.
My children...
Sometimes when I hear the floorboards creak
I have to wonder if it’s you.
Intruding from the upstairs window
Groping for the bathroom door...
I am a master at the game of Pac-Man,
Constantly panicking in the face of my enemies,
My only salvation being the uncanny ability
To shove...
It was an anarchic temper tantrum of your authority
That rained down terror in your corporal rage
And I tried to pit myself against the...
Tears drip from a dark, weary cloud
Soaking the world in a wet darkness
Dampening the spirits of the grass and the trees
So even the sun...