Poems

A collection of my poems.

Under The Bed

Mum and dad tell me it doesn’t exist They tell me it’s all in my mind So why can I feel it reach for my wrist And tug on the covers behind? The room goes cold, the light flickers out

The Case Of The Drunkard

Half eleven in the morning he enters Red-faced with a tingling in his dentures Takes a seat centre-stage at the bar ‘Where is the barmaid? She can’t be far.’