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#FiveTwitterPoems | WHO'S YOUR DANDY?
1.
WHO’S YOUR DANDY?
No one would call me a dandy
but I do dress for death or hospital
and not just in times of plague.
It's important to choose wisely
I'd like the coroner to think:
"Not bad for a man his age.
Not wearing pyjamas.
No holes in his briefs.
This man wore
what he wanted
to die in."
2.
LITTLE CANNIBALS COMING
if I write a poem tonight
please do not read it
for I am drunk with savagery
my thoughts have boiled me in a pot
extracted angry words and sharp flavours
the flesh falls from my bones
so frail and mortal
only the words survive
my horde of little cannibals
hungry for your brain
3.
SUCH A SHIT DREAM
Last night, for the very first time
after 55 years of unaromatic dreams
I clearly dreamed a scent
and life being what it is
the scent I smelled
was dogshit
under my shoe
I could see it too
sticking to my sole
on its way to a meeting with me
a man who only has meetings in dreams
4.
STONEFISH FLOATING
Breathing is optional
when under water
you could try it
of course you could
but how far does
one really have to go
to believe one is a
barracuda or some
stonefish breathing
sand and water and
sometimes poetry
is like a fish drowning
floating to the surface
holding your breath
5.
NO ONE EVER ASKS
People sometimes ask me
if I write all my poems myself
and then I have to admit that
I have listened to music
my whole life long
and that I have spoken
to a lot of people and
watched too much TV
and felt grass grow under my feet
and thrown bottles at walls
the bright shards shimmering
