Sally Plumb Plumb Poems

My father
called celery... salary,
and Valerie... Valaria.
What he called me
...

I am beginning
to feel bitter.
It is Christmas
and there is
...

Running cats
scratching black
night evil
tangled hair
...

Leave me slowly,
when my face
is turned to light,
away from sky dark
...

What has silenced me?
It is not death...
although it laughs at me
from time to time.
...

When the
vultures feed
on my
carrion brain...
...

Where the Leviathan lurks
in silent depths
and dribbles its
down turned gape
...

Her night bed wakes
with anxious stirring.
Hell is the sleeplessness
of night never over.
...

I'm too old to pump iron
and I'm far too fat to jog.
I'm much too old to have a mate
'cause I'm too old to snog.
...

How soon
the evening falls.
The walls close in
and confines the night.
...