No Banners Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop

No Banners.


the world’s a heap of accidents
a box of tricks,
destiny’s anachronistic,
the stars already in their tombs.


my floppy white angora
has a fanged visceral kiss
reminds me a woman i know
when she wants me to kiss
& i think she’s taking the piss.


mortal is
as mortal does
as mortal as
the day

mortal mouth
mortal hands
made of mortal clay
such is life
before death*

After Patrick Kavanagh


i’m off bird spotting
because birds have heart attacks
& drop from the sky
but find instead fly agaric
seventeenth of september.

picking blackberries
draws blood ripe juice black & red
mixes from a thorn.

Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2000.
All rights reserved.

Exit Retford Railway Station Lincsonshire Circa 2008v. 300x225 No Banners Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop
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