Blooper reel

by Tim Wilson

Utterly piss-elegant dude firing milk cartons up Lafayette Ave with a
6-iron. Nice swing.
Ever notice how many animal lovers are people haters?
The word ‘infinite’ should be longer.
I come bearing riffs.
Fantasy epitaph: ‘He was the John Berryman of Sales and Marketing.’
I can hide, I just can’t run.
Think what you like about the Middle Ages, they would have made a
great sitcom.
Does information, in its black little heart, really want to be free?
What I really want to do, I don’t want to do.
That was then; this is too.
The best cardio? Fury.
Best part about being without sin? Casting the first stone.
Thought I was larger than life. Met life.
If only we could right-click ourselves.
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I come bearing rifts.

Tim Wilson shares life with his wife and four sons. His poetry has been published in Aotearoa Poetry Yearbook, a fine line, Mayhem, NZPS Anthology, samfiftyfour, Live Encounters, Landfall, Tarot and Turbine Kapohau.