This is part 2 in our 3 part poetry release. To coincide with National poetry day Creature will be releasing poetry from our favourite wordsmiths throughout this week.
Part2:
Dexter Selboy
Gary from Leeds
Ju Shardlow
Katy Park
Richard Purnell
Thom Kofoed
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for what we are about to receive
in my room
listening to Chet Baker
sat
next to my mechanical
typewriter
reading
Kerouac
I get up
to get more wine
and kick over
a bottle filled with piss
which soaks into
a 99p rug from ikea
I deserved that
Dexter Selboy
http://dexterselboy.blogspot.com
The scattergun clatter of horse’s hooves and I’m worried about you again
But then I’m worried about me too, for the reason that I’m wearing the hooves, I’ve glued on a mane
And I’m kicking down your door.
Gary From Leeds
Drunkenly, the party elected to
divulge. “Hey guys, what’s-
what’s the most embarasing thing
you’ve all done during sex?”
Memories. Laughter. Shame.
Then Ed said he liked to bite people. Like, properly
eat
them.
Silence.
He was shown the door amidst general disgust.
Ju Shardlow
www.athousandpoems.x10.mx/atp/
When he wears a hat he can’t be seen
I decided to fall in love with him
early morning on the train.
I felt sick.
i knew he would destroy me
I knew I wasn’t enough
To fix him.
Brown eyes brown
the illusion of being fixed.
And now-now I would be willing.
Liquidise me and push me in.
Coffee percolator.
I’d live in
one of your marble floored
corridors.
He has poisoned my eyes and I can’t see passed him.
And I chose this. I chose this,
Early morning on the train.
Katy Park
bigbagofhorsefluff@hotmail.com
There was a dapper young man called Joe
Who wore clothes only from Uniqlo
He loved them Jap fashions
With so much raw passion
He moved from Balham to Tokyo
Richard Purnell
All that was there once is now nothing and no one
‘Pick a heart to live inside’
I screamed at you once.
I hadn’t seen you in a while.
I’m not even sure I saw you then,
That time when just a glimpse was enough.
I miss you so hard that I punch myself on my face
to forget
the pain of you being so far away.
Some sort of distraction.
Hollow and bleak.
I pick up a clementine and put it in my bag
in hopes that I will
eat it
and
benefit
from its citrus goodness.
I never do and I feel lousy.
Maybe that’s why you are no longer here.
I have no vitamin C.
Deficient.
I sit by the phone and do the zip up on my jacket.
If you change your mind you should call me
I’d probably answer.
Thom Kofoed
www.thomatronics.com