Leftover Poems
These following small poems were written by Agent 18 but were considered not suitable the themes of the books he is working on, but still considered worth publishing.
Blood
The mosquito’s strutted legs
sway lightly on the sleeping shoulder
sweet the passion of your dreams
injected with its fever.
BLOW UP
If literature was a bomb
this poem would be mixed in the kitchen sink
using common everyday household ingredients.
mailed to a minor bureaucrat
of no importance
maybe to a functionary
representative of a system
no explosion can erase
a system words cannot clarify
Every Move you Make
Honey, I know what makes you
move in the night
bringing the old cardboard boxes
surreptitiously out to the car
as I stand watch through
these dusty blinds
These poems were written by IG Agent 18 who is currently working on his second collection of Poems — working title Mercuric Distillations.
His previous book of poems, The Mixtape of Taliesin can be found on Amazon:
