Thursday, 3 February 2011

Poem #3

A man came into my room
with a small hammer
and set about my personal possessions.
He smashed up a picture frame
holding up all my friends. He
shattered a ceramic bowl
crafted by my mother.
Worst of all, he tore apart
all of my notebooks.
He also broke my laptop.

I asked, 'How much
will that cost me?'
He said, 'two hundred
and twenty two pounds.'

I should have told him to
but instead I apologized
and unfurled the notes.

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