Fall 2008
Sometimes
I have too many words to read
and the bird won't stop chattering.
I try and shush him
but he wolf-whistles
at me and goes back
to singing to birds
outside his window.
I sometimes wish I was a bird.
I can't be bothered with these words.
Scrap Values
I would like the things
I've done with my life to
amount to something
but that's not up to me.
It's all to do with
supply and demand and
demographics and
the strength of the dollar.
I know what I paid
and the ultimate cost
just not what it's worth
on the open market.
Jim Murdoch is a Scottish writer living just outside Glasgow. He writes, "In the seventies and eighties my poems appeared regularly in the small press magazines that were legion at the time. By the nineties I had allowed myself to become disillusioned and stopped sending stuff out. I didn't stop writing however but moved onto novels and short stories in that order. I've now decided to do something with all this accumulated writing and to that end have established an online presence with my blog, The Truth About Lies."