I was a little hestant to post this one, though I now have. It was to do
with the subject matter though I'm sure you'd all accept that we can write
poems about anything. I'd really like to know what people think on this one
as it came very unexpected. I can't spell sibilance by the way.
MATERIAL EVIDENCE
Walk along the crowded road
through the heaving market
on my way to the river
behind this guy who is built
like a brick shithouse
There is plenty of time
to think why I should even
consider how this phrase
comes to mind while looking
at his vast bulk
and what an actual
brick shithouse would look like
I mean - why brick
why not tin or pre-stressed concrete -
and decide it must be
the assonance and slight sybilance of
brick shithouse
who, by the way
wears a t-shirt
displaying a WWF wrestler in action
and I start to wonder -
as panic takes over
when I decide to turn an unnecessary corner
to at least see daylight again -
if such constructions
can read minds
bw
James
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