Friday 25 November 2011

#3: Poem To Be Shouted From A Moving Car

Pedestrian! Yes, I'm talking to you,
man in the fedora
with the Primark carrier bag
and smooth, pendulous nose
of an eighteenth century scrivener.
And my initial address was intended
both as a noun
and as an adjective!

Why aren't you fizzing with revolt?
Where are your sabres?
You should have two drawn at all times!
They are ideal for lopping the heads
off roses during an argument,
to give your counterpoint an especial flourish,
or - hey, wait! Wait! Come back!

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