As life returns to normal, post-COVID infection, I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.

#28 probably needs a re-write, but with two days left to go? It can stay as it is. I’m proud of it regardless, because it was the first time I properly rebelled with a contest entry. Fat lot of good that did me.

Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment if you like this 😀

Angle Poise

Now I’m older

I’m not 
astronaut caught in your pointless gravity
I’m not a
fire-woman, but pour sand where flashpoints rise;
I’m not the
doctor either, ‘til your fragile ego’s broken
I’m never a pop star 
yet sing Hallelujah 
tune in time;
I don’t want to be a politician 
won’t lie better in bed
I don’t need lottery winnings
to grasp wealth of inexperience;
I don’t have qualifications 
making me an 
utter exploitative bastard
I don’t expect 
you to understand 
what our problem 

My angle, poise precision, 
illuminating darkness
cold sofa, bed red mourning one last time.
My life, no longer ours 
to fix then damage
boy, untold failures, immaturity defined.

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