Headquarters Poem by Alistair Graham
Headquarters
I hear them
Upstairs in my head
Moving stuff around
Pieces of furniture
Placed
Displaced
The noise of them
No consideration
Scoundrels
Provoking me
And they know it
Want me to bite
Plank-thick though
Because they know
I'll wipe the floor with them
I'm not going up
Not tonight
Couldn't stomach it
I knuckleknock
The roof of my mouth
"Give it a rest"
That's better
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4/24/2024 10:53:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I hear the parties are wild up there! knock knock