it was a bit sadistic
placing my poem in your pub
alongside the dart board
my scribble scratch
of handwriting

written on a wet weird
July night
next to me a cat scratching
my bed clothes for attention

you posted it by the want ads
it sat like an ad itself
casting no doubt
about feelings

“lock yourself out
this is my space
and I share it with no one”

dart dart dart
one missing one hitting
the ad poem