Which superhero is it going to be?
...the telegraph wires dip
drowsily over the garden walls and the trunks of holly trees
are wrapped in brightly coloured woollen tubes against the breeze
your fingers crack in the cold, chestnusts roast,
Chinese lanterns drift across empty lawns and rest against oaks
sand makes wormy patterns on factory windows
(or is it dust?)
take that leap of faith, as chalk powder sticks to red plastic chairs
and graffiti fades in the dawn light, scream your love into my ears
and eat Turkish pizza for breakfast, the edges of the dough a little charred
and march with ladybirds snapping around your heels
view three elephants in descending size warm teapots
by curling their trunks around them, as Frank buys pickles for his vodka parties
hand in your bollocks on a plate
say, ‘here, I’m a non-believer,
and you are a royal pain in the arse.’
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Hi Andrew,
ReplyDeleteI just read the Univers article on your activities as a campus poet. Since a randomly uttered word may set you off composing poetry, I have a candidate here, an intriguing word I learned yesterday: snowclone. I was immediately inspired, except that I am not really poetically inclined. However, I was very disappointed to discover that the meaning of this word was something altogether different from what I thought. Although the example "Untested code is the dark matter of software" did make me sit back and ponder the deep truth of this statement, I still need cheering up. Do write me a poem about a REAL snowclone ... Please?
that's a fine idea Ineke. I'll make a note in the Creative Notebooks blog first!
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