J V Birch
The worry pond bartended daytime
listened to it crime self-improvement whiskies.
Girls joked with abandonment
lonely in a cheer to hotel them busy.
Today, hope is desperate luck
machines some love hell to glancing fun
as smokers house anyone’s reason
to forget a better life.
So come, sit, drink, thug more
revenge a weekend memory
to champion this deep yelling feeling
make the worry pond companion night home.
J V Birch J V Birch lives in Adelaide. Her poems have been published in Australia, the UK, Canada and the US. She has three chapbooks with Ginninderra Press and a full-length collection, more than here. She blogs at www.jvbirch.com .