Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Mystic Rhythms ~ 'The Ones That Don't Get On'

Poetry Of Sorts
~ The Ones That Don't Get On ~



The ones that don't get on
Know the rats, salute the silver worms
That whip and whine their way
Around the sewers of the city

The ones that don't get on
Watch the faces through the windows
From the outside though they're inside
Sitting out not sitting pretty

They remember days like these
Sweaty sardines in the subway
Tripping on the tramps all shitty
Glad they don't get on



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© 2010
Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free ~ Contact me directly for readings, interviews, etc.

Wednesday, 15 September 2010

Mystic Rhythms ~ 'Happiest Days'

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Happiest Days ~



When I was a child
The metalwork teacher
Would help me to do up
My tie properly..
He'd make it so tight
That my eyes would pop right out
We wet ourselves laughing
When he tempered our backsides
With calloused vice hands
Or the wire brush


When I was a child
The arts and crafts teacher
Would help me to see
Things differently..
A whack round the head
Was quite easily read
Not 'that' differently
We wet ourselves laughing
As the litter bin welcomed
My moronic mush


When I was a child
The chemistry teacher
Explained strange reactions
As cause and effect..
Poor work would provoke
A grown man to choke
Late homework would turn
The board rubber ballistic
As we wet ourselves waiting
For a cheeky chalk rush


But when I was a child
The poetry teacher
Would conjure up worlds
In a whimsical voice
Our seasickly verse
Made her giggle and purse
She would spin us tall stories
And we wet ourselves laughing
Or she whispered of passion
And made schoolboys blush



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© 2010
Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free ~ Contact me directly for readings, interviews, etc.

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