I don’t know what I metaphor.
I tried ten puns to make her laugh.
No pun in ten did.
I’m a poet! I ejaculated prematurely –
She just left me dangling
a participle, part-disciple, part-adieu, pas de deux,
cut me to the Quink with her secateurs
my heart cut up as a found poem
split as an infinitive
I am in the present tense
She, the past, perfect.
© rob walker 2005
Published in BEST AUSTRALIAN POEMS 2005
(Ed. Les Murray, Black Inc.)
and Original Clichés, Ginninderra Press, 2016