AGAINST THE ODDS
Why would she when each attempt at calculating the odds
Ended in a bout of mindboggling vertigo?
THE FEAR OF WASTED WORDS: Oh, hello again, Madame Imposter!
She wondered whether her story might blow up in her face,
Spattering her skin with the ink of thousands of wasted words.
WOOL-PULLERS
Chameleons playing charades,
Expert wool-pullers
Laden with artfully repurposed baggage.
SUPER DONG: He’s back and he’s hardcore!
And then he lay me on the bed,
Shoved loads of needles everywhere.
I’m used to it, I hardly flinch,
But OMG today I did!
SOMEONE’S SON
Years ago, I locked eyes with a homeless young man on Regent Street in London. I really wanted to help him, but did't. I still think of him. It haunts me. I hope he is ok.