Only 6 Poems
Only 6 Poems
1. Bravery
I was told like from an early age to sit nicely
So here I am sitting nicely and no-one is looking at me
My mummy over there hasn't looked this way in seventeen and a half minutes
But betcha if I parted my legs to aim a site at poor Mr Nijaf sitting over there
Her radar would hone in and instantly her eyes would stab me
So what's the point I ask myself
So I sit with my knees together wondering if I let out a little wee will she know
It will be warm and moist and I can fix it up later but it's not really the effect I want
What is the effect I want
If I was brave enough
I'd get the effect I want
Can I be daddy's brave little girl
I could try
I would like
Eye contact hand on my shoulder and an intention not to stop doing this for at least ten minutes
Like when I slipped on a wet floor she told me not to step on
Her mummy-jailer look finally gave way to another look entirely when she thought I might not walk again
Did she think that
I thought that
It made my heart jump in my chest
The rules are many and I don't know their reasons
Because I said doesn't cut it for a reason
My breasts
I hate my breasts
My breasts cover my heart so no man will know one's there
Men look at my breasts
I know that much
Men look at my breasts to see the colour of my heart
But all they see is breasts
That's why they stare
Thinking something's going to happen
That's what he told me one night
Men like breasts like they like starters
It's the expectation of the main course
I smiled when he said that and he thought something
I thought about the dirt mum buys to start her seedlings
It sounded funny so I smiled
I smiled and his hand moved
If I sit here much longer
Nicely
I'll grow into something unreal
Something brave
Shall I try now
If I squeeze my legs together more tightly
I can feel the steak blade I hid there
I can do it now
A little bit at a time
A pain like an arrow sails gently through me
It feels warm and comforting
Not like I thought it would
Nothing like that
Why didn't I do this before
It's wonderful
It's sweet
I want my breasts to hide what's happening to the main course
A rump being carved for dinner I think
Let the juices run pink is good
I can feel my back cement that arrow as straight as broom handles
Now this is sitting nicely
But now they're running at me
Something must've dripped
Here they come
This is what I wanted
But I must remember to show the whites of my eyes
That always works
2. The Orchid on the 14th Floor
There is an orchid on the 4th floor
Trapped in the still, apartment air
Its seven faces staring
Just staring,
Staring.
Some say phalaenopsis, some say moth
It’s stubby wings, ever so white
Hold expectantly, patiently
They will fold one day like mine
One day.
One day.
The greys and the blacks of the bustle below
Stirs the monied atmosphere
Where people rush, stop for a bit
Stop for a bite and then
Rush some more.
Not here.
Down there, touch, bumps, collisions
Avoided at all costs, can cost even fines
Up here, we scream for contact
Wishing, urging, yearning, hoping
Waiting.
Waiting.
Days go by, no movement, answer,
Not even growth, it seems to me.
No flies, no ants, no moths, no bees
To tickle its throat
And sex its genes
Not here.
So it waits, waits and waits.
No sag, decline, weep or sigh
So unlike a mirror this thing to me
It shows me pluck
But I read but waste.
And wonder.
Wonder.
Wars can wane and words can fail
And still it sits, so still
As months go by.
Its time is held
Like a freeze frame shot
Of a Becket play
Waiting.
But oh how it mocks and
Sweetens the gall
As I sit in the kitchen
And wait for your call.
3. Stratagem of a Lonely Man
I wake, and the first thing I see
Is your landscape spine curving way down, down,
I squirm, ever so slightly, to uncover more
To see the view change
To ideas of a brand new form.
You turn in your still dark sleep,
Your frown gives me a reluctant grin,
So trusting it is. So innocent. So you.
And I brush your tips
With the back of my hand
Like a slow-motion slap
That I know you enjoy. Me too.
And you stay quite still,
You seem awake somehow.
But your lids stay down,
Your barriers as well.
What couldn’t I do to you now?
That gives me pause to your last-night words,
My now grim grin fades like a smell.
You were a stranger once
What makes you not one now?
You want to share my bed,
My bank account as well.
This is what we do, us creatures here,
I feel my heart-beat say.
But if I fail to remind you of it
We might j-u-s-t get through one more day.
4. THE TERRORIST
Bloody Roman arselickers
With shackles in sacks
To remind them which way to bow
Keep me dry and down trodden
In this hell of a cell
For talken and tellen what I see
All I do is talk talk talk
From the dusty trackside
And if people like what I say
Or think they might
They turn a verge to a mount
When they tell their mate
Or their aunt
When next she comes
So how was your week dear
Since I last was here
Is a hook cast by aunties
Down the eons of years
And the nosepicking nephew
Who was there at the back
Didnt hear much but
Likes to see his aunts
Eye brows raise
So he says things
And tells things
Hes seen at a glance
And coloured with what
All aunts want their nephews to tell
That a bloke
Me this is ya see says
The meek shall inherit the earth
Of course the meek love hearing that
And this too
Did you hear the one about the camel and pin
But the stand-up gets all twisted in the reretellen
And so here I am in a dusty hole
That smells of piss wetdog like
Because someone with eyesapoppen
Says I said somethen stand out godlike
And I did but who got the gist
So now I have to bare my arse to bootjacks
To speak to mates I have who know
What really went on
And what I really said was
Kill the fuckers and send em packen
Back to where they came from
They eat what we dont eat
They praise what we don’t praise
They sing what we don’t know
They favour what we think vile
What the fuck are they doen here
And I hear about one dirtsmeared whore
Called Mary my mothers name do you mind
Who says she loves me and yes she does
Cos I did her a favour
Once
And now Im a miracle worker
With hangerson just waiten
To see me do it again
And again
Like the do I went to
A wedden
Pissed in a wine jar
Thought it was dry
But they drank it and marvelled
Ya see
The depth of flavour my arse
The fuckers were too pissed to know
Every girl every bloke
So word gets round
And round and round
The water I turned to wine
And Im havin a great fucken time
Cheap wine bloody oath cheap
But then it gets out of hand
And theyre stalken me
And walken me
To see me do it all over again
Then
You wont believe this
Some dude runs from his burial cave
As Im sayen nice things
Mid rave
As you do at funerals
And so Im a hero
Bringen him back to life
Hell
Fuck me
If you knew the life he led
You wouldnt be wishen him
Back from the dead
But word gets out none the less
All twisted yeah and what a mess
No wonder I need a backup crew
To punch and paths to clear
So twelves a bit rich
I know
But watta ya do
If thats what they want
A jobs a job
And the fishens shit this year
Tried it too
Took em all out in an open boat
Teachen them to earn a crust
But ran aground
So I gets out
Ankle deep
No big deal
To lighten the load
But word gets back
To the aunts you bet
And theyre talken on it
And talken on it
And they add a bit here
And add a bit there
And wamo
Im walken on it
Im a weirdo magnet
No sweat
And now Im off to see
This poostabben bloke and I know
It wont go well
What the fuck can I say
He dont speak the lingo
So Ill say what I say
And some bloke will tell
It on and on and on
And get it all wrong
But because of some shiela
Some daughter of Zion no less
To impress
It will all be exploded
And the storyll go
Round and round
Oo-ah and jump up and down
Theyll go find
Societies and cliques
That demand special clothes
Head gear bells odd day weeks
Flowing robes
So theyll stand high from the mob
Who wont have a clue
But wholl want to ask a few
Like the meaning of life
And theyll say something grand
That will basically mean we have to
Remain in the shit-hole were in
And stand
In the sun and sell
Shrivellin dates and shrivellin bums
But give us some loot
And a ticket to boot
To the life after death
No evidence but
Trust us they say and trust em youll do
And those twelve blokes
Of mine will write it all
On tablets in tomes
And mark them sold
For pieces of gold
But what I need now
Is a godlike jaunt
Ill stuff thunder in a jar
A Volcano no less
And lob it in straight
At the temple door
Kaboom
And then theyll take heed
Theyll listen to me then
More god like then
Yeah thats what I need
Fucken yeah
5. Poetry
Poetry poetry
What is it you are
A house made of cards
A heart in a jar
Poetry poetry
Get out of my hair
I'd rather play golf
Give birth to a chair
Poetry poetry
Leave me alone
There's dishes to do
And people to phone
Poetry poetry
Get out of my sight
It's not about you
I've novels to write
Poetry poetry
You're a pain in the neck
A stacked deck of hopes
But wait just a sec
Poetry poetry
You're dead as din Laden
Dead as a coffin
Dead as a rhyme
6. IRONY
Our best poems
Are those that
We don’t
Write down.