We bought a suite here
before marriage went sour.
Now it’s just me
and aspiring couples
plugging space.
This ship of fools
on a minimal sea,
tomorrow’s charity shops
find comic relief.
I help myself to pencils
draw a line over you
and join the Ikea Family.
The food’s not bad
for those with appetite.
I buy a whippy ice cream
and stick a pencil in it.
My thumb obstructs the tip
bleeds all over the raspberry sauce
Ikea Suicide Bid the headline says
but exits are hard to find.
©2007 Steve Porter
