Words No More To Be Heard Poem by John Sensele

'Pack your carcass and go
Cos you're too low for zero'
Joyce paced her living room like a caged lioness
Who couldn't see any goodness

In continuing life in a torture chamber
Where love had gone to slumber.
'Just leave before I get vicious
Bernard, you're malicious.

Bernard went down on bended knees
To pay his remorse fees.
'I don't know what came over me.
I don't know what Jackie and friends in me they see.'

Joyce brandished an electric kettle
The pesky affair she intended to settle.
'What are you still doing in my flat?
It's now tit for tat.'


Tears rolled down Bernard's cheeks
As to pieces he chopped leeks
Put diced cubes into a boiling pot
That on a plate simmered hot.

'Ouch! ' Bernard shouted
As a few metres away Joyce pouted.
'Leave my flat now
I don't give a hoot how

'You sink or float.
Take with you your threadbare coat.
Get out this minute...
Good luck in your petticoat pursuit.'

Bernard pasted a BandAid
Plaster and shook his enormous head.
'Joyce, why are you so heartless
And so merciless? '

Bernard packed his trinkets
He tousled blankets.
'I don't know why I've clung to you.
It's not as if you're anything new.'

Joyced punched Bernard on the mouth.
He fell headlong, facing South.
'Get lost, you little turd.
Your words no more to be heard.'