Cut Price(A) Poems - Poems about Cut Price(A)

...In Air Jorden’s he strode proud, with name-brands he stood apart. In closets sneakers walked not far from their boxes. Heel to toe stock grew Well known on eBay, to barter, trade and ......Read the rest...

...Man Isle From Russia with love ten thousand missiles All for NATO the US Europe and Ukraine Forged in battle ordered fired by Putin New way to do things poor cold soldiers Sent to battle warm th......Read the rest...

...I find myself foraging, basket in hand among the cocoa harvests of distant lands. A shaft of light crashes like a Chinese paratrooper through the store’s skylight, rays pierce high-stacked she......Read the rest...

...I find myself foraging, basket in hand among the cocoa harvests of distant lands. A shaft of light crashes like a Chinese paratrooper through the store’s skylight, rays pieces high-stacked she......Read the rest...

...I find myself foraging, basket in hand among the cocoa harvests of distant lands. You ask patiently: what do you need? As you speak a shaft of light crashes like a Chinese paratrooper throug......Read the rest...

...Not a good year for the roses Cut price Valentine roses languish in black buckets heads drooping like a rejected lover Calorific candy confectionery in boxes covered with ......Read the rest...

...Why am I drawn to this scowling girl selling her poems in a Shinjuku underpass? Every Tuesday she is here, next to a Nikon ad, threatening commuters with her cyclostyled angst. Busy peopl......Read the rest...

...The man on the porch looks out over his property and towards his daughter. Nervousness seeps through her plum-dark flesh. Each eye contact signposts a wicked meditation. Women are voiceless in th......Read the rest...

...Angus and Morag decided to get married Twenty years together – too long they had dallied So off to the registry office they did go To book the wedding and get on with the show Angus being a canny Sc......Read the rest...

...The man on the porch looks out over his property and towards his daughter. Nervousness seeps through her plum-dark flesh. Each eye contact signposts a wicked meditation. Women are voiceless in th......Read the rest...