Neck hurts: I'm calling in sick
Tonight the sky is painted with my mistakes
straighten up
because of my bad posture I cannot even attempt redemption.
The world around me is a whisper
and you
are all actors of varying degrees of talent.
The milkman stands for anarchy
as pints explode on my doorstep
I open my door
to scare away the cats
who snarl
a whiff of drop dead
Richard Wink is a writer based in Norwich, England. His third poetry chapbook is going to be released early 2008.