Poem For The Sad Person Inside

I wanna cat so bad I have a cat sized hole scratched into my heart







Copyright August 2019



the little poet in my head has withdrawn


she says. read. hide.

go wallow outside

can’t be bothered with you

you’re making me blue


and she leaves

taking the miniature library

a bottle of vodka

and cake


a poet without a little poet

chatting away inside

is a sad creature indeed




I’ve set up a go-word-me fund

please send words, ideas and love

addressed to the little poet inside

and me



Copyright July 2019