ADOLESCENT RHUBARB STALKS THE MUSE
"I wandered lonely as a clod."
For SJD
Ahm no jist a
n egoistical
Perpendicular Pronoun
-- see me, ahm sumboddi --
bit whit yi might caw
"a locus of perception"
Ahm eye
LIMINAL INCIDENT
Ah wiz walkin doon
Sauchiehall Street
when this big fuckin
ostridge
accostit me
sellin copies o
the Big Issue.
"Wan u copie, jimmy?"
it said.
"No thank you, my man,"
I retorted.
"Bought it in Edinburgh yesterday."
PO[ST]FACE[D]
Wir aw intae that
Wordsworth Rap
the day
-- but what IZ the real
langiwig o men?
Ah mean, no very
poliically correc but
Whit wid be the Reel
"language" o wimin?
Coupla wifies havin a
crack in the close?
Scream uf rage at the
glass ceilin?
Cut yir baws aff
sooniz lookit yi.
THE CRAB WALTZ
(for my father)
My father tried to teach
the wee crabs
to walk straight
Every sundayschool he'd
drill them:
left foot first
THEN right
After an hour
line of crabs
one after the other
lockstep
Then came Monday --
oh dear!
round and round
in a circle again
Might as well
try to
teach a horse to sing.
ROBIN HAMILTON
26.06.05
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