Poem
Chris McCabe
FRISKY PUNNET
FRISKY PUNNET
FRISKY PUNNET
Nothing uplifts more than a dwarf inheriting a railway stationI was thinking, as the beetroot juice pipped my Levi-Strauss jeans.
Then a text came through : can’t drink due to the drugs. Can’t
get out because my face is exploding like elephant dung. I
needed trust – a rush of lust – so luckily she said, she said :
You are a fit bastard in excelsis. Supermarkets wouldn’t listen
fast enough so I scanned my next stop into the juice of my ears.
The white swan in the dark echoes into night as the dry bark creaks
against its own roots. Not like beetroot juice. Those who are
fully adjusted don’t need poetry, but those who fully adjust write
the stuff. He said he’d never read his work before was it pronounced
Kotch or Koke – I said Kock & recommended the longer poems.
Choo chug piped the dwarf, but the station had closed for small repairs
© 2008, Chris McCabe
Publisher: First published on PIW,
Publisher: First published on PIW,
Chris McCabe
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1977)
Chris McCabe was born in Liverpool in 1977, grew up there and studied for a degree in Literary Studies at the University of Central Lancashire in Preston. He moved to London when he was twenty-four, and now works as a Joint Librarian at the Poetry Library on the South Bank. He has published poems in a number of places including Poetry Salzburg Review, Shearsman, Magma and Poetry Review. His f...
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FRISKY PUNNET
Nothing uplifts more than a dwarf inheriting a railway stationI was thinking, as the beetroot juice pipped my Levi-Strauss jeans.
Then a text came through : can’t drink due to the drugs. Can’t
get out because my face is exploding like elephant dung. I
needed trust – a rush of lust – so luckily she said, she said :
You are a fit bastard in excelsis. Supermarkets wouldn’t listen
fast enough so I scanned my next stop into the juice of my ears.
The white swan in the dark echoes into night as the dry bark creaks
against its own roots. Not like beetroot juice. Those who are
fully adjusted don’t need poetry, but those who fully adjust write
the stuff. He said he’d never read his work before was it pronounced
Kotch or Koke – I said Kock & recommended the longer poems.
Choo chug piped the dwarf, but the station had closed for small repairs
FRISKY PUNNET
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