Poems: three shorts

Night, night

Thieves of sleep
Sweep through the night
Swag bags full
Fingers light

Pulling the covers off of your bed
Pulling anxieties out of your head

‘Depressed, suicidal?’
They’d love to hear you out

Bad Samaritans

By his raiment you shall know him

In the corner
The wardrobe waits
Storing black
Memories

Costumes from the past
Masks

Behind the coats
The jackets
And starched
Ironed shirts

The skeletons hang
Waiting to be discovered
And aired

Hung out on a washing line
Underwear
Flapping in the wind
For all the world to see

Give and take

Don’t give me
Anything precious
I’ll only lose it

Don’t take
Anything precious
from me
I’ll never forgive you