typewriter

Photo by John Williams (2009)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Pie Man

Stone me.
Hereís a new delivery.
Havenít seen this one before.
Fork the surface
and reveal
the beauty of the interior.

Slaver.
Devour.

Iím twenty stone and counting
but the rivulets of gravy
are demanding my attention.
Sink my laughing gear
into that crust
and feel the meat rush.

Thereís a ring at the door.
Itís that fucking social worker.
Whatís she come here for?
Throw the carcase
on the pile behind the sofa.
Shuffle through the hall.

Meals on wheels, luv?
Sure.