The poet gazed at the triple
shaded clouds rolling atop the trees
as the smiling sunshine burst
through like the thumping love
of his life-long muse and he thought:
“Fuck me, those cunts look gorgeous.”

© Carl Burkitt 2016

They all put their hands
on top of one another’s.

They all chanted a rather loud
and intimidating chant.

Then they giggled as they
grabbed their weapons.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

I stole your hat.
It lives next to my bed.
The stains whisper names
That occupy my head.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

The employee felt like
she was treading water.
But she wasn’t even kicking.
And she drowned.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

The lonely man threw the boomerang.
It took four years to come back.
The lonely man was awfully skinny
by then so couldn’t quite catch it.
‘About right,’ he thought.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

You wear me like a glove.

You like me because
I’m warm.
I’m soft.
Because I let you in
And listen to your cold touch.

You like me because
When I’m on you
People see me
And not you;

But I am you,
Just slightly warmer.
Slightly softer.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

Paul found the
perfect hiding spot.

Sadly, he was
the only one
playing hide and seek
and he starved to death
behind the sofa.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

Chloe went back to Matt’s house.
She kissed his neck and stroked his chest.
When she took off his shirt she noticed he had the body of a cheetah.

Her mum warned her about men like him
But she carried on regardless.

Six months later, Matt clamped his teeth
down on Chloe’s neck,
waited until she stopped moving
and ate away at her.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

Bert’s teeth fell out.
He wasn’t a fan of the dentist,
So made his own dentures
Out of teaspoons.

His smile caused a right stir
In the retirement home!
Before vomiting and passing out
Through blood loss, of course.

© Carl Burkitt 2016