Larissa Melville
Comedic Poetry: When I Have Fears that I May Cease to Drink
Peak Web September 18, 2018Written by: Larissa Melville It’s a long way home from here. But I tread o’er the widesalk, arm linked with a stranger’s and a light, bubbly air about the head. I’m a little slort of sheep, but danger disappears and up like a listless dream. Metal bracelets chime; a voice like a bell, but my mind drifts; I know not what it means. I’m under a lovely blue and red spell. What’s this? Do I know my rights? I’m confused since I’ve studied law for seven years, then I think I puke on the stranger’s shoes, and his stern, mustachioed…
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Comedic Poetry: The customer is always right (part 1)
Peak Web August 2, 2018Written by: Larissa Melville It was another average Tuesday. The day teems; a welled glass holding the frustration in, levels rising drip by drip. That’s how Tuesdays are: patience thin, weekend energy gone, Friday too far. And on this damned…
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Comedic Poetry: IKEA at midnight
Peak Web July 16, 2018Written by: Larissa Melville Forty minutes: The fuck is going on? All parts strewn, laid out like jigsaw pieces and captured in the tired eye of the moon, peeking through my window, peaked, leaving soon, leaving soon. I shake a…
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