Poems of 20 lines or less, written in 20 minutes or less!
There’s a message on my cup.
I’ve drunk from the thing eternally;
Cracked it with years of tender suckling and
The words have always been there.
Right there, supposedly.
Inside and out,
With routine distraction,
I go over their petty symmetry,
As the next in a long line of suicidal biscuits
Droops in acceptance of the final plunge.
Only now do I see their spite:
The sardonic optimism of a trite horoscope,
Treacled to taste with each slurp and each sip.
I remember how apt that ha’penny rhyme once seemed.
My cup is no longer cracked,
And the walls are weeping for its loss.