These poems are for Kush

The Universe

The Universe sends me dishy honey traps
I politely decline
and ask for the cheque
Hop on
to the next whisky bar
with my Indians

The Universe sends me pretty faces
Once burnt
I am twice shy
I smile as if forced to smile
and make hasty retreats
to my writing desk

The Universe waits
for me to write my mediocre self indulgent lines
and sends me awesome people

Writing poetry
never broke anyone’s heart
Which is more than I can say
What the Universe sent
This way today.

One response

  1. Your poem is very nicely done my friend…I enjoyed it very much…thanks my brother!

    October 9, 2012 at 9:58 pm

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