May 15


Tag: PoetryKal @ 11:53 am

I knew him.
I must have done,
My feet steered me round
A palisade of piss
And chip bags.
Down the kerb and up again
While his stubby staffy
led him, hobbling, past.

A sagging pit prop,
Shattered his knee
Prematurely interred
In shale and clay

Or a bolted horse
Dragged him, trampled him.
While he swung frantically
On the reins.

More likely, round here,
A stolen motorbike,
And misjudged corner.

Or he had a blade
And the other lad
Did too.

Strangelove to Vader,
Richard III and Silver.
Broken bodies
Hold evil souls.

I have no case,
Behind the handles
Of a chair.
Lifts before stairs.
And fuck you
Like you
Think you
Know us.

4 Responses to “Limp”

  1. Win-Stone says:

    Feck – but it’s quiet in here.


  2. Carrie says:

    Love this x


  3. foxmitten says:

    so glad you keep writing, I read all of it x


  4. karen says:

    Think you need to publish mate!


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