four minute warning
having a pee
looking down into the porcelain bowl
i thought
if there is a nuclear war
this pan will be vaporised
and i haven’t finished my pee
four minute warning
having a pee
looking down into the porcelain bowl
i thought
if there is a nuclear war
this pan will be vaporised
and i haven’t finished my pee
sunday
a chocolate dab
before sunday school
tinned peaches and evap for tea
tv via the click click of the redifusion switch
the cat on the rug in front of a roaring fire
a black night beyond the lace curtains
a longly draught from the curtained stairs
orange street light motionless in the parlour
where the gas meter whirs slowly
and so it goes
and so it goes
early
before it’s light
the creaky stairs
sees them take fright
the black pads scurrying
cockroaches hurrying
back to their lairs
behind the boards
of that room at night
THEN
with the heel of a boot
laid to hand
splattering the hoards
on to the promised land
so now you understand
my early days
coal grit
kiddo
genuinely if
if
i call this a poem
is it genuine
if
you call it a poem
is it genuine
if
we both call it a poem
is it genuine
if
everyone calls it a poem
is it genuine
if
no one calls it a poem
is it genuine
if
everyone agrees on the meaning
of genuine
genuine or not
can a poem ever be
if
heaven help us
we are there
now
where else is there
over there
where you are
is that heaven
which of us will move
if we both moved
then go to the beginning
and read the instructions again
how to right ~ well
afraid to ask how to write
well in case
my ability to write non-stop
stops
or changes to a doppelgänger
of laterally inverted work
after writing ask yourself
how well did i write
was it alright
well ~ was it
is a deep well
dawn on the way to get the papers
the warp and weft
of the dawn today
wrapped me warm
as i made my way
to the newspaper shop
for a dose of sad
a dose of harm
the life some never had
but the sun is rising
my feet are free
the birds are singing
the way it’s meant to be
blanket coverage
forgive me