altho' rather tired i do feel a need to put my oar in, as it were, one
thing i do notice on this list is a certain fawningness towards things
american - not that some of their stuff ain't good - but.....
i append a piece i've been fussing over for the last two months -
criticism welcome
cheers david
LITANY
In the name of the father and the son and my cheese sandwich and what
happened to Mrs Parkinson one warm day in May and the heavenly firmament
and the Deutsch killing the Rus the Rus the Deutsch and Kate’s warm tits
and how should I put it (question mark) and continental drift and the
no.39 bus to nowhere in particular and the rule of St Benedict and early
morning erections and the Blessed Words of the Law and all the shits
that have dumped on you and the fax machine that misdials you over
(beep) and over (beep beep) and over again and celestial ecstasy and
Jo’s job at Safeways and where the hell do you go from here and that
eternal truth you whispered in my ear one wet Friday night if only I
could remember it and how much I love you/(stroke) how much I hate them
and a particular packet of peanuts, dry roasted, and Terry’s bad poems
and a certain pitch of silence and all I need is a nod from God and Jo’s
smelly trainers and whatever happened to old no-one and Carl’s ceramic
steam engines (you what?) and a theory of spinning dipoles because
mother I always loved you and Christ this shouldn’t (be) happen(ing) and
what I care for are the stars in their courses a kiss off Kate the
emptiness of everything the fullness of the void a voice heard in the
distance the sun that rises at night.
ok - i reckon that's a poem
regards
david
© David Bircumshaw 1999
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