Office Job

dying of life – wasted

while Americana – tinny/quiet – plays in the background


and the walls encroach

and the windows shake



the sister is

sitting cross-legged on her

bedroom floor in torn jeans –

surrounded by

                  shadows/glossy magazines/scissors/tape/scrapbooks

making kings and queens –

fawning over idols

the older brother is

alone – perched

on his amplifier

restringing his guitar

                  Disraeli Gears spins on his cheap turntable

and a cat sleeps –

on the hot white pillows


Alan Parry is a poet and playwright from Merseyside, England. He is an English Literature graduate and will train to teach high school English this coming academic year. Alan is a proud family man who has battled anxiety and depression for the whole of his adult life and finds writing to be a cathartic release. Alan enjoys gritty realism, open ends and work which is politically charged. He cites James Joyce, Jack Kerouac and Alan Bennett as his biggest inspirations. Alan has previously had work published by Peach Velvet Magazine, The Literary Mark Review, Black Bough Poems and others.



Twitter: @AlanParry83

Instagram: alphapapa83

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