Sixty Minutes

Scribbling

I want a big fat cheque,
For all four seasons and two more,
I want a prawn croquette,
Also some crabs, roasted slow.

Meanwhile, give me some ice,
As I roll the sixty-minutes dice -

And light up the day's (not so last) smoke.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another piece which is suggestive of state of mind. The protagonist wants more, thinks themselves worth it but deep down knows it is not going to happen so settles for a cigarette. A free verse piece filled with some sharp edges of information for the reader to consider.

[Siddhartha Chatterjee]

A bit of compromise, yes. Thank you.

[Leviari]

Beautiful poem with a great musicality. I particularly appreciated the closing verse: "And light up the day's (not so last) smoke." It was a nice touch to add that little ironic clarification between brackets. After all, perfection is in the detail, right? :)

[Siddhartha Chatterjee]

Totally. Many thanks!