Oct 2016
I ask you
what you fancy,
Hawaiian or a Texan BBQ.
I mouth
‘hurry up’,
the guy’s dawdling
on the other end,
the phone pressed
against my ribs.
A raised finger.
‘Just a second’.
Sigh.
So I say BBQ Meat Feast, er,
a Pepsi,
(we’ll use the profiteroles
in the freezer for afters),
and, er,
‘Go on, Hawaiian then’,
and I know kissing
her later will be fine
because she doesn’t ask
for garlic bread on the side.
what you fancy,
Hawaiian or a Texan BBQ.
I mouth
‘hurry up’,
the guy’s dawdling
on the other end,
the phone pressed
against my ribs.
A raised finger.
‘Just a second’.
Sigh.
So I say BBQ Meat Feast, er,
a Pepsi,
(we’ll use the profiteroles
in the freezer for afters),
and, er,
‘Go on, Hawaiian then’,
and I know kissing
her later will be fine
because she doesn’t ask
for garlic bread on the side.
Written: September 2016.
Explanation: To mark National Poetry Day on 6th October, I wrote 25 poems over the course of eight days, and sent one poem each to one of 25 of my Facebook friends. After some deliberation, I am now posting the poems on HP (in order of when they were written), albeit not all in one go. None of the poems are about their recipients. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
Explanation: To mark National Poetry Day on 6th October, I wrote 25 poems over the course of eight days, and sent one poem each to one of 25 of my Facebook friends. After some deliberation, I am now posting the poems on HP (in order of when they were written), albeit not all in one go. None of the poems are about their recipients. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
