Napowrimo 3 - Blinker

Blinker

Five hours awake

                                         Scope of my vision

Our needs are met

                                         Healthcare decisions

Professional services

                                         Hiring now

Dribbling milk

                                         Cult of the cow

Thought for the day

                                         Tariff is empty

Charging my mood

                                         Your heat is plenty

Thought would be safer

                                         Bodies are weak

The landslide will settle

                                         Nuzzling cheeks

Like flint in your hand

                                         Scoring a groove

Divined upon bones

                                         On abacus moved

Forever the saint

                                         A small effigy

Electrical lights

                                         Will never be free

NaPoWriMo 1 - Our Flat

Our flat

When Paul moved in

I unpacked myself

First by droplets

Then whole organs

I'm surrounded by tubs of rotting food

And empty vodka bottles

It's time we did some dishes

Once we get the strength

I'd like to eject the rubbish from my flat

As the phlegm is ejected from my throat

I slither among my things like mucous

Collecting decay and slowing down

I've a copy of Bukowski

Everyone's too embarrassed to read

We've still not unpacked

There is no space

We never did anything there anyway

Our flat is packed with stolen goods

Of value totalling six pounds

Prime among them the Causewayend Code:

We keep our hands to ourselves

And never hurt with words.