Things that get more
whey you're
aloft
Barking dogs
Talking loudly passing cyclists
Itches you can't reach
Things that defy physics
Flicked paint can
land on the inside
of your eyeglasses
Long awaited parcels
requiring signatures
arrive
(WRM on top of a long ladder in California)
(no more piss-taking!)
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I was quite pleased with my pee poem, but j's was beeter of course.
The Mural.
In Nice, on a wall,
Stands a man on a ladder.
'What's he doing,' said a child,
And his mother replied.
'He's been there for years
And never made a movement,'
But personally,
I think, he's watching the tide.
j
Out of Touch.
He's 'Not available.
In a meeting.'
Not the expected
Cheery greeting.
Worse still, the voicemail,
'Please leave a message,'
After the bleep.
Not wishing to release
Words to the aether,
Or record again,
To be later relayed,
These words of this moment,
Which lose their meaning
When electronically stored
And time lapse delayed.
Disaffected; defeated,
And so out of tune;
With modern technology
That is clearly a boon.
But where is he really ?
Devoid of his blackberry ?
He's up a ladder,
Catching the moon.
j
My poem
I was inspired to write one about ladders.
Well, only one really
The one on the wall
In Erdington.
A man on the ladder
Signwriting.
An advertisement for the business
on the other side,
Of the wall, that is,
Not the afterlife.
Now that would involve a big ladder
Dear anonymous,
try to contract a very good idea into a haiku.
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