Excuse me sir
Greatest and most sincere apologies
For I have dropped my knife into your heart.
Polish it silver
And return it please
Before two and four o'clock.
Choking to death would take me too long
I would rather the grace of a bullet
Like a dancer, soaring
Shattering the delicate arch of her spinal column
It feels good
Once bitter as injectable poison
Free me like the songbird
Deep beneath the crevices of your stone cold heart
Break me like you did your love
Unrequited, from the start
But I do not need you, sir.
It was a student's elderly teacher fancy
An unfinished daydream
Drawn abruptly to a halt
And you are as shallow
As the four centimetres of fluid
I can fit in a shell.
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Unrelated... A series of weird and wonderful poems
PoetryA collection of the unusual and the very usual poetry, A collection, a series, A set which grows over time © P.H.Dyer, 2011-2012 All rights reserved Note: I have had issues with people using my work without authorisation, and so I've had to put thi...
