Saturday 25 July 2015

and not twigs.

It took him twelve round months
to spin a nest of tables out
of hazel wood, oak, and the spaces
between the weft and weave of time
inside his wordless wooden heart.

And on the night that it was finished,
a family – of mouse and bird
and cat – lay down inside the nest
of tables, making it their home;
as unexpected as that seems.

Your protestation – ‘Mouse? Bird? Cat!
What sort of family is that?’ –
fell flat upon my ears. And yet
you never questioned that a nest –
a nest! – might be made from tables,

Monday 20 July 2015

?what was that you said about being absent-minded

absent-minded poet
thinks
?where mobile phone
checks:
pockets bag car
bedside table pile-up
rest of house
m.phone nowhere
literally
ffs
absent-minded poet
uses
landline phone
call m.phone
seconds later
ring-tone erupts
m.phone
hiding
in left hand
forgets why needed m.phone
in first place
instead
hilarious facebook post
!87 people like this
tells story repeatedly
to anyone
with ears
months later
pulls same stunt

envoi
?what was that
you said
about
being absent-minded

shitstorm

when in middle of
SHITSTORM
patient poet
thinks
ought write poem
‘STORM OF SHIT’
but morphine
interrupts
thought flow
as wont to do
patient poet
forgets where
poem heading
instead starts
scribbling some shit:
kittens clouds
whether/not
govt. should have
minister for lamp posts