THE POETRY POLICE

 



I sometimes spot the Poetry Police

Standing guard over rules and regulations,

Brandishing lists of names

Like exam results,

And for a moment

My sympathetic nervous system,

(Forever the drama queen),

Gets all unsympathetic with me,

Dunking me in an ice bath surrounded

By tomato pelters eager to share

Their expertise in making the Boo sound.

 

But then I just flick them

My imagination,

Sing a little lalalala,

Before treating myself to a double-dosed

Keyboard frolic

With a generous side-serving of crackers.

 

 My poetry book, ILLICIT CROISSANTS AT DAWN, is available on all the Amazons, and comes with its very own, perfectly curated playlist on Spotify. The cover and illustrations were designed by my daughter, Olivia Bossert, a fashion photographer and mixed-media artist.

 



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