Here are some poems, composed by a puppet,

some are my own and some of them not.

You can like one, or quite like them all,

or simply not like them a hell of a lot.


x



Wednesday 24 October 2012

Sub. Lim. Phil.

MAYBE YOU

are all alone
and cannot love
another for for another

to exist would implicate a duality
as surely as
when the detective

in a murder mystery
points the finger
and everyone is shocked

by old Mrs Haversham's behaviour.
But just because
we are all one

does not mean
you do not need
to try to

LOVE ME.

Tuesday 23 October 2012

Home Cooking by Ruth Padel

You spread our Free Range Duck
Breasts with your trade-mark mix

Of honey, soya, Chinese Five Spice
While I etch
A fingernail down your spine

Ending in a fuck
The length of our kitchen table

Making the bread-board rise
To its feet, the dog beneath us whine,
And Sainsbury's poultry burn.

from Voodoo Shop

Saturday 20 October 2012

Le Poète

after Rodin

how is it girls
can conjure up
a baby
using just a spoon

of sperm?
that shit sure smells
like alchemy 
to me.

still, i've not had 
a warm bath 
or wank
for over a month now

and my nuts feel 
like a fun-swim
at my local
swimming pool

so perhaps 
some of the magic
is in 
me.