CURFEW 13

DAY 13 – Aug 15 my lucky shop closed up the roller door came down another win for COVID I don’t want to go online admit that I’m a gambler with a once-a-week addiction and this boomer likes her paper ticket likes to mark it off in pencil I will miss my Lotto ladies with their perfect perms and lippy their dri-cleaning tags and locked-up ciggies white chocolate bullets greeting cards and licorice sticks in bags (see them eye me with suspicion “as if she needs the money wasn’t she on TV? why’s her hair so funny?) anyway be just my luck to hit the jackpot now the jumbo jets are grounded when you couldn’t throw a party couldn’t even drive to Sydney and a pint in Dublin, Cork or Galway Bay unrealistic fantasy the numbers game has taken on a more macabre tone the lucky shop’s the hospital slaughterhouse old folks home another harmless pleasure will have to be forsworn I’ll sock away that weekly seventeen bucks for 2021.




See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists

My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

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