The Rhythm Box
We’re starting a poetry section this month so If you’re interested in submitting work just email me at admin@mutantspace.com.
This month we have work from Nicola Depuis
I wish I could top up your love
I wish I could top up your love
like credit on my mobile phone;
it might leave me constantly broke
but that’s better than being all alone.
I wish I could top up your love
I’d always put in a twenty
and I’d carry my top-up card close to my heart
secure that you love me a-plenty.
I wish I could top up your love,
you’d call me and never hang up.
Exes and Oh’s
What we once had pertains to fiction,
now that we are friends and not lovers,
and a fickle fiction at that.
For it’s hard to imagine ever looking at you
with lustful hunger,
falling asleep with my bottom lip between your teeth.
Harder still to imagine holding you all those years,
our love an ugly constipated baby.
And now, amid single cinema tickets and tea for one,
between mantras designed to make me sympathise with the human race,
I sometimes sleep on your side of the bed,
and share that same fate.
Another Thing I Wish I Didn’t Do With My Mouth
I woke up this morning a mess,
a beer still in my hand,
still fully dressed,
but I can’t put the bottle down in moments of doubt
It’s just one other thing I wish I didn’t do with my mouth.
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