I Killed Him For His Wardrobe Space

I Killed Him
for His Wardrobe Space

A selected poem from this book:

My friend …

Temper your good fortune

With a little local trauma,

For no-one likes perfection undiluted.

When things are going swimmingly

And life seems like a dream

Let family and work become polluted

By faulty fridge, a failed exam

A spot, a fine, an error,

Such things will make me love you more,

From me … a schadenfreude.