Poem 1.1

Eviction Notice

Tiny Trespasser,
Squatter of the soul.
I wish to say “Goodbye!” now.
I thought I’d let you know.

You steal precious mud,
You stain the soft peach walls,
You rearrange the furniture,
Caveat Emptor.

The fridge weeps, the kettle shrieks.
You will choke on the porridge, you will drown in the bed.
Do not live here, listen to what I have said.

I need you to leave now.
But the judge says no.
Notice is essential.

Nine months, then you’ll go.

Poem 1.0 

Stressful Slumber 

Little Luna dances freely across the stage,
The man above claps and sends her back to her cage.

Happy, happy dancing child entertain me
Do not cry, and do not try to flee.

Submit to gaze, submit to grope.       Flail about in search of hope.

Run along now, do not fret!
This face of mine you’ll soon forget.