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Mr Venus

Posted by kim.rooney on February 5, 2008 - 10:21
from the ABC set Poems of the Middle

Once every ten years
he turns up at my door
asking for more.
Black haloed
his cup-cake words deceive
I do not see
he hasn't really changed
though his face is somewhat
odd.
My eyes blink inward
I view the past but do not
glimpse the future coming
and always let him in.

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Comments

blackjack-davey | February 5, 2008 - 16:32

Interesting ambivalence of poet. Black-haloed: a fallen angel or a chimney sweep?

I like the idea of greed and Oliver Twist, asking for more and the 'cup-cake words' both sugary and childish, sweet trifles of very little value.

artisus | February 6, 2008 - 18:07

i really like this one!