Prose

Regular Relief

written by: alf hickey

I tried it all
Tablets, enema and binge eating
But the only thing that worked ?
Poetry ! plop, blop, plop

I eat some life, digest it, out it comes
Skinny, log-like, squirty and the blob
From firing pellets, rocks and bricks
Now and then a golden egg

Then to sea, mud, receptacle
To stagnate, make things grow or flow
Poetry, its better out than in
Even if it ends in bin

The pretty patterns on the paper
Though a peg be on the nose
Flushed to the sewer, its a pity
Yet recycled for the city