#1706 - annoyingly joyous (a man and his whiskers)

 

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a man and his whiskers

annoyingly joyous

(on winning the 2024 Newcastle Poetry Prize)

 

on the up up up

and swing

I’m the monkey

invent the bars as well

 

as with a shell for luck

and to the trophy room!

 

in my change pocket

a thumb fit shell of acorn

 

thing and another

could think it all distraction

 

so many poems to get here!

 

no one could picture the way

we have come

 

to the universe parallel

elsewhere same old

 

it’s like that birthday you’ll get, goes on –

number 2, number 10 –

for as long as you can, would like, to remember

 

cast about – who’ll suppose?

bull’s eye

 

little jig

swig of life

 

one keeps such a sea in mind

 

stairs of the heart’s ladder leg up

 

still don’t believe it’s so

pinch self

 

I am

infallible deity

 

make time endless

 

when it’s good its destiny

and when it’s bad it’s fate

 

pinch again

 

keep at it

just believe!

 

buy enough tickets

you’ll win