Best Ottoman Poems

Beneath my legs bridging from chair to ottoman
two little dogs tread in the tunnel my furniture
and legs make

Tails high go the passerby tickling my exposed shins

Waking from the brushing I stretch in my chair
and lift my feet from the ottoman

Two little dogs sit and stare...

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Dusty musty air hit me as I open the attic door. Turning on small torch, I pause whilst my eyes gently get acclimatised to the dim light. Brushing away the long cobwebs which hang from the low ceiling, I cautiously make my way to the...

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We get buried under tents
in cemeteries, a sensible 

insurance send off,
throwing roses into a hole. 

At parking lot carnivals in June, 
I throw rings at 

impossible duck necks, 
tommy-gunning pop-up 

rubber gangsters all for a 
shot at the giant stuffed cod

you never wanted
...under a tent.

We...

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Up the mountain
The forest hides a fountain
Escape the summer madness, 
In cool shade

Ice cold water
Glides through my fingers
Senses awake
A gushing melody Under Ottoman shapes

There's light on the surface
Even oppressors
Leave relics to impress us
This oasis of calmness sedates...

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