14 November 2008

Book of Poems

by Valentine Whisk
2008

Child Murder

I think she did it.
It’s just something
about the way
her make-up looks
when they
interview her
on TV.

Flowers

I bought some flowers;
some yellow roses
and these small white ones.
I put them in a glass of water
and stood them on my desk.
After a while they made
my room smell like
my garden.
Then my cat came in
and squatted on my bed,
smearing his faeces
on my pillow.
I got rid of the flowers.