by Yan Basely

If you were a vase

I would have smashed you.

 

If you were a flower,

I would have crushed you.

 

If you were a beautiful building,

I would have sprayed graffiti all over you.

 

But instead,

I am caught starring at a blinking screen

Crunching few keys in between.

 

If you were a bull -

And we were on a ranch in Texas

I would brand you with my initials: S.H.

 

If you were a smuggler's suitcase,

I would send the sniffer dogs

To spot you, unzip you

And turn your insides out to shreds.

 

If you were the Future,

I would be Death.

 

If you were a novelist,

I would be your critic.

And make sure "You'd Never Have Lunch

In This Town Again".

 

But you're not.

And I am not.

And we remain

Lost fragments of one.

 

If I were B.T.

I'd cut off your telephone line.

And if I were NatWest,

I'll cancel your direct debit