Love Poem..not Keats. but Jack.

I’m sitting here picking my teeth,
And thinking of you.
I’m sitting here scratching my crotch.
And thinking of you.

My desk is a pig-sty around me.
Dirty old plates of baked beans.
And my comb, .
Some old chewing gum…

My banjaxed old thumb
And…I’m thinking of you.

And why have you gone?
And where can you be?
I feel so alone…loving you.

I’m sitting here drinking a beer.
Devising a way for control.
Like splitting the atom
or something…
To impress you.

I’m sitting here cutting my toenails.
My washing is drying on the curtain-rails
And thinking of you.

Love Jack.

Kristine Byrne Spring 2020