Random poetry
I was at the launch of my writers’ group anthology last night. Tonight, I will see The Doctor himself, John Cooper Clarke. As you can imagine, I am all poetry out. So, I thought I would randomly pick an old poem of mine and share it with you all. I hope you like it. Here it is:
My head is an egg
They used to call me big head
They used to call me Frankenstein
Years later, I bought a mirror
They were right
You would think my head is full of smartness
Albert and I like peas in a pod
But I would be a fraud
A fraud
Not Freud
No, Freud would hate me
Unless he likes movies
That is where my head is half the time
In the smog-filled cloud of Hollywood
The heat would poach me
That I know for sure
My Head is an egg
Leave it simmer and it will crack
Be prepared if that happens
The limits will be boundless
My head is an egg
Words are the egg whites
The yolk is my love
What you do with that knowledge is not up to me
Crack me open
Just let me go runny
It’s a bit silly. Oh well, I hope you enjoyed it. Tomorrow is a big day in Fin’s life. I am sure you will hear all about that on Monday. Thank you for reading and for your time.