Marcus hated seeing
How much weight he’d put on
So he ate
His eyeballs
© Carl Burkitt 2014
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Grooming
She finished combing his silver hair, gently kissed his forehead, then softly closed the lid.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Uneasy
The hitchhiker left, two miles prematurely.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Flash
The flash went, stealing her soul.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
The end is nigh
She wanted ketchup. He requested mayonnaise.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Knackered
Dennis won the marathon.
He was fucking knackered.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Ninth
His saucer was now empty. Forever.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Arc
The boy was fine. Then he wasn’t. The girl appeared. The boy got worse. Then he was fine.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Déjà vu
The goldfish swam into the side of its tank, and felt a massive case of déjà vu.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Man on the tube
On the tube today I saw man.
A man who looked like me.
An older me.
A man whose hair disliked his forehead.
A man with a face like one constantly suppressing a yawn.
A man whose eyes spoke more than his mouth.
A weather beaten man.
A people beaten man.
A humourless man delivering a warning.
On the tube today I saw a man.
A man who looked like me.
A man in my reflection.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
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