Steven Storrie- Two Poems

HURRICANE K

You burst into the room

Like a cordite apparition
Get as close to me as stubble
Razor sharp and razor thin
Part your razor red lipstick
Like taking the safety off a gun
And say
It’s my birthday
And you’ll cry if I want you to.

Your blue eyes

Turn into honey blonde hair
As you wheel away

Somewhere out on an empty ocean

My boat still sits rocking
Defenceless against the storm.


WHAT WILL YOU DO NOW THIS IS OVER

There’s an old photograph
Of you in pink shades
With that lascivious look on your face
That always meant trouble for me
Your tongue is out
Cheeky, irresistible and mean
You’re standing in front
Of a red stop sign
And
Looking back on it now
I probably
Should have
Listened.



BIO; Steven Storrie has worked as a cable T.V repair man, dishwasher, choreographer, ice cream vendor and junk yard attendant. Tired of this he is currently locked in his basement working on his first collection of poetry, bickering with his neighbours over nothing and storing the baseballs he keeps when they are hit into his yard. You can find him at the website he runs, 'Black Coffee For Breakfast', at http://renegadepriest11.wix.com/blackcoffeebreakfast