…
– poet on the loose –
they must have picked the lock
on their guilded cage
with a feathered quill
or a plastic pen
– poet on the loose –
rhyming like the sliming
of a garden slug
brown tweed jacket
blue shell suit trousers
– poet on the loose –
rabid like a thirsty bat
as they bard their this & that
rambling their verses
to all within earshot
– poet on the loose –
aged nine to ninety nine
in poet years
scarecrow haircut
eyebrows quite loud
– poet on the loose –
like a miasmic breeze
prosing up the pavements
& so the sirens blare
red alert is here
– poet on the loose –
this is not a drill
a hammer or a spanner
so run indoors & bolt
the backs & the fronts
– poet on the loose –
stay inside until
expert marksmen
have fired their tranquilliser darts
& landed on their arse
…
resarf poetry 