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 .