On TV

and after all I am happy to go.
I look up at the electricity wires,
down at the busy street on rush hour.
Nothing to miss.
The nurse is giving me a full glass of squash.
The cyanide is going down well and I paid them to doll me up at the end.

(the last image is of you, plucking your eyebrows, ready for work)

the show is live on CBBC
the cameras all zoomed in.
I have the best part and a well paid job.

Dying every day is good business.

Cruelty

My palm has a wisdom tooth.
With it I scratch the surface of your brain;
you giggle sweet and idiotic
with a mouthful of chips.

it’s cool inside, like after a tsunami,
only this time is no escape.

As I press the pillow on your face,
you gasp for more
and add tomato sauce to the day.