Vamp Of The Shire - Two Poems by Colin James

IN CAVENDISH THERE ARE HERMANS AND BEULAHS

Some bastard stole my car.
See the shoreline groan.
Hear the blue sky get involved.
Solitude is never planned,
not like remorse or regret.
Age steals from youth
pockets full of the stuff
effectively overflowing
into less is more.
Muscles have a hankering too.
As thief, I abandon this vehicle
before it's too late.
He who hesitates is human.



VAMP OF THE SHIRE

It's a mistake
to make demands
of the person in power.
Wait in the pile
while she demurs.
Policies of politeness
stick to the walls
like wallpaper.
I'm puckering.
Kudos to the cartwheels
of conjecture.



Colin James works in Energy Conservation and is a member of The Brothers Of The Endemic.