Keele Writing
Undergraduate Creative Writing 2006/7
Poems
Your hands are fingerless like canoe paddles It sliced through me, was that your aim? It leaves you as a mime before the mirror They’d both given up wearing shoes years ago my mouth curls, O
The giant is among us bulbous as an elephant in calf Lost in the science of May I watch the world occur James Dean killed my Dad Kirkby bucket bangers F’rages we yap to mush and bwt They’ll find that ghost of long gone bliss I absorb her kerosene she detonates with joy dropping crabs to crack their backs
Your hands are fingerless like canoe paddles It sliced through me, was that your aim? It leaves you as a mime before the mirror They’d both given up wearing shoes years ago my mouth curls, O
The giant is among us bulbous as an elephant in calf Lost in the science of May I watch the world occur James Dean killed my Dad Kirkby bucket bangers F’rages we yap to mush and bwt They’ll find that ghost of long gone bliss I absorb her kerosene she detonates with joy dropping crabs to crack their backs