Steve Finbow

A Disneyland in My Armpit

I always said just to write it
down
to get it down
but failed to do so
always breaking some other eggs
I’ve got marbled Parma ham on my plate
yet my knife is made of jelly
& my legs are tired of waiting
I work upon the idea of
things
that don’t appear
elsewhere
a crushed Stella can
a mouldy loaf
a momentary loss
a lie a cheat a dare
I put on my shoes –
they pinch & cut my toes
my hands
are strong & tanned

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