Here’s the first poem from my pamphlet. Like Coleridge’s wedding guest it starts off with someone urgently talking to you.
CHERRY METHANOL & LIQUORICE
under the obvious & meaningless sun / the cage & weeds / of London Road
my wounds have yet to heal / under the obvious & meaningless sun
my wounds have yet to heal / the cage & weeds / of London Road
& I want to talk / about everything & life isn’t the vision I had
the man comes after work / with a smoke & I want to talk
the man comes after work / with a smoke & life isn’t the vision I had
I talk / about how I’m ruined / mad & alone wearing a leather hat
how I’m afraid / a puzzle / always failing / I talk / about how I’m ruined
how I’m afraid / a puzzle / always failing / mad & alone wearing a leather hat
& the man watches as I fade / as my hat appears further & further away
the train hurtling with its ironies / & the man watches as I fade
the train hurtling with its ironies / as my hat appears further & further away
Rodney Wood 