Armistice/Remembrance Day should be enough for anybody.

Armistice/Remembrance Day should be enough for anybody.

I could have had strawberries

They were in the fridge

Big and juicy

That ‘just short of blood red’ colour

Which means they will be tasty.

Some people judge

Writing

By the words you choose to use

Instead of the words you leave out

Who says cerulean in the real world?

Arguing about the nature of things

In classical terms

Break your language barrier

Over my rhetoric

I’ll raise you two prepositions

Over a fistful of metaphors

What a wheeze.

The fridge is full of beer

Not too much else

Other than strawberries.

Thank goodness for ice cream

Nobody would argue with that

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa

Digging in

That spoon that spoon that spoonful.

The walls are painted white

To highlight the space

Between molecules

It creates a relationship

Between one thing and another

Defining properties.

If I can squeeze them closer

The ice cream will get thicker

The words on the page

Will liquify.

Everything will merge

Into the next thing,

And the next big thing

Will be bigger than The Beatles.

I’ve heard it said

The night is for lovers

And writing is a lonely task

It makes no sense

To pretend

It is anything different

But without deception

Everything would be as clear

As day

As fresh as the morning dew

There would be no deceit,

Artifice

Would be dead

And so much for the fiction

Of poetry

The politics of ecstasy

The art of persuasion.