John-Paul’s watch broke
The second Mary dumped him;
The hands stuck
At constant disappointment.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
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Eggs and myself: A blitz poem
Eat your chocolate
Eat your eggs
Eggs for me
Eggs for you
You go home
You be sick
Sick of me
Sick of this
This won’t stop
This can’t end
End of us
End of me
Me and mine
Me and them
Them and I
Them and those
Those were mine
Those were free
Free of me
Free of hate
Hate the silence
Hate the sun
Sun and sea
Sun and sex
Sex is hard
Sex is soft
Soft and squishy
Soft and gentle
Gentle to each other
Gentle to another
Another man
Another lover
Lover of the sun
Lover of the silence
Silence is broken
Silence is spoken
Spoken amongst others
Spoken by mothers
Mothers lead the way
Mothers lay the foundations
Foundations of life
Foundations of future
Future feelings
Future problems
Problems with you
Problems with me
Me and my eggs
Me and myself
Myself
Eggs
© Carl Burkitt 2014
What’s in a name?
It was in Year Nine
That Clive Ulrich Neville Tate
First hated his name.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Every Friday was a good Friday
The train would pull in
Bringing that endless smile;
Lasting memories.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Man of the people
David Cameron stubbed his little toe on the coffee table.
Really hard.
“Ouch,” he said, under his breath,
before swearing at his wife and children.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
The only solution
The following takes place in a world where no-one has ever had cramp.
Caroline woke up to a crushing case of calf cramp.
She swore to the gods,
chopped off her legs
and slowly bled to death;
Smiling her little head off.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Old Bill
Bill had sex with a man,
whose name was Pete,
or Dave, or Stan.
Bill was a slut.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
The only exit
Since the fleeting moment my lips touched you,
I have not felt the same.
The warmth of your soft, pink flesh
upon my quivering tongue,
left a taste beyond compare;
Your flavour buckling my knees.
Days have become night since we intertwined;
Time but an elastic band pulling me
back and forth
whenever it chooses.
My nerves are fraught.
I’m half the man I used to be
with twice the amount of sweat.
I sit here,
upon my lonely throne,
a flock of butterflies performing somersaults within me,
my arse their only exit.
Oh sausage roll,
I shall never forgive you.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Frustrating
Raymond was having a frustrating morning.
First he couldn’t find his milk,
then he couldn’t find his BLOODY SHOES!
His housemate Marky
told him to calm down.
“It’s not the end of the world mate,
you’ve gotta sort that temper out. Jesus.”
Marky rolled his eyes and went to work.
Two days later Raymond was on trial
after his shoes were found at the scene of a triple murder.
Marky glugged a pint of semi-skimmed
and texted Raymond’s girlfriend.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
Icing on the cake
Milton ate so many iced buns
his parents got divorced.
Well, at least that’s what the poor lad
told himself.
© Carl Burkitt 2014
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