Monthly Archives: September 2016
After a prolonged absence, I could talk about life, I could update the events of 2016, I could discuss the ever collapsing political world, however I won’t. Instead, here’s a poem about assholes.
A fistful of assholes, by Mark Waddell
She’d woken up that morning
Of a fistful of assholes.
She could not remember
where she had found them
Nor could she open her hand
To have a proper look.
Assholes were not attractive to her
But she knew they were there
Inside her clenched fingers.
She could feel them against her skin
She estimated there to be three assholes
She was a mess now
And badly needed rid of them
Knowing them to be no good.
Running towards the lake
And tried to force her fingers open
But the assholes
Making grunting noises
As her fist refused to budge.
She took an axe left by the woodcutter
And chopped her hand off
In one neat movement
Like a twisted Excalibur
In to the blue depths.
Three centuries later
An expedition from the Federation
Stumbled across the lake
Where a fistful of assholes
Rose slowly to the surface of the water.
As legend had it
Whoever has the strength
To prise open the hand
Would rule the world
The other assholes.
Mark is a 50 year old poet who has lived in Hull, Glasgow & God knows where else over the years.
Now based in Kentish Town, he is my landlord, flatmate & friend. Like a poetic Buckowski, his gonzo attitude is both crazy and brilliant.
His debut book, “On the Cusp of Greatness” is available now in the Amazon Store and I cannot recommend it highly enough.
Check it out today.
More to come from me soon. It’s good to be back.