Pocket Lint (March 2024)

 why do you keep me, like lint in your back pocket 
why do you lazily dog ear me when you’ve forgotten your bookmark 
you can only reheat leftovers so many times 
i’m over cooked, limp and defeated 
and most of all i am ashamed 
Einstein says a fool is a “man who does the same thing over and over again and expects  differing results”
our friendship finds a harmonious understanding when you’re occupied with more interesting options 
when poetry is used as a testament of honesty as opposed to a testament of lust and reservation 
I will never be one of your boys 
it took me a year to swallow that gargantuan pill
like gobbling thumb tacks 
and perhaps it’s placebo but i’ve seem to come to a general understanding 
but why do you bait me, when you know as well as I do, i do not merit a poem 
neither prose nor verse 
at least not from you 
why is my leash cutting in on my neck, and when i voice my concerns my muzzle starts to tighten
why do you leave a spring loaded trap out on the kitchen tile under the fridge 
why am i a gluttonous rat? 
hungry not for red Leicester but for the masochistic thrill of our game
perhaps i am perpetually in love with the impossibility of us