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Wind Through the Forest

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 21, 2010 by dc

Wind through the forest
A sad old man weeping whilst
Under gut scratching

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The Lads From There

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 17, 2010 by dc

They invented
Speech impediments
For themselves,

Wore their jeans
Like black prisoners

And styled their hair like
1970’s ‘put a foot in’ merchants,

The kind you’d see
In a ‘Nottingham Forest Forever’
Stocking filler DVD.

I digress.

They sang in cellars
Like lyrical funfair folk,

Wrote postcards to strangers
And broke guitars with their whooping,

They carried shurikens in gym sacks
And howled at the moon,

Punched tramps for a giggle
And stole all they ate.

They were itchy with misery
And bored like the sun,

Grans called them wicked,
They were cursed some would say,

But I like to think
They were pickled,
It’s somehow sweeter that way.

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