Tales From The Town #7: The Most Disgusting Thing In The World

“The most disgusting thing in the world,” Claire said confidently. “Is swimming in the sea and a great big jellyfish comes along and it goes over your head like a plastic bag!”

“The most disgusting thing in the world,” Tina said. “Is having your eyeballs pulled out and turned round and pushed back in again so you can see your own brain!”

“The most disgusting thing in the world,” Ethel said. “Is waking up and finding maggots in your bed and you’ve been sleeping in your bed all night and you’re a maggot too and you’re made of maggots and you don’t even know you are a maggot you just think you’re normal but you’re not you’re a maggot!”

The most disgusting thing in the world,” Daniel said. “Is bananas.”

“‘Are’ bananas,” Ethel told her brother.

“Or ‘is’ banana,” suggested Claire.

“Is ‘a’ banana,” Tina said.

“Anyway,” said Claire, looking at both Tina and Daniel with a glare so intense it knocked over the ketchup. “Bananas aren’t disgusting at all.”

“They are,” Daniel said with a shudder, as he thought about bananas for a second too long. “They’re horrible.”

“They can’t be that disgusting,” Ethel said. “Mum eats bananas sandwiches.”

“I eat banana sandwiches,” Claire said.

“They’re still disgusting,” said Daniel. “They make me feel sick.”

“They don’t make me feel sick,” Claire said. “And even if they did, they wouldn’t be disgusting as sick!”

“Or maggots.”

“Or sick with maggots in it!”

“What about a banana with maggots in it?” Daniel asked. “And the maggots are being sick in the banana?”

“And the banana’s in a sandwich!”

“And mum’s eating the sandwich!”

“And I’m eating the sandwich!”

“And then someone shoves the sandwich right through your eye and into your brain!”

“And then your brain EXPLODES!”

“And then some pigeons come along and start eating your brains!”

“And then the pigeons explode!”

“And then we have to eat the pigeons!”

“And then we explode!”

“And then we have to eat ourselves!”

“And then we explode AGAIN!”

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Notes:

1. Written between the 1st and the 4th of May, 2021

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Two Short Poems About The Park

Sitting In The Park

I hadn’t sat in the park for so long
I’d forgotten what sitting in the park was like
(It was like sitting in the park)

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What I Saw While Sitting In The Park

There was a funfair in the park
It was empty of life
and entirely silent
And had been
(I presume)
for quite some time

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Notes:

1. Written on 26th May, 2021
2. In the park

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Tales From The Town #6: On The Beach

Down on the beach, under the light of the tainted moon, the waves broke backwards while the fish flew around like birds. Anemones bloomed in their billions like roses in the dark. And out of the sea the crabs swarmed together, dancing in patterns resembling the face of some shifting shapeless beast.

It was the night of the crabbus, and any soul who looked upon its form would be condemned toa lifetime of madness and despair.

Antoine watched on from the shadows of his cave. He shivered but did not look away. There is more in this world than any of us should ever know.

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Notes:

1. Written between May 13st and May 4th, 2021
2. The title is the title because I was listening to On The Beach by Neil Young at the time
3. Rather than because I was reading On The Beach by Nevile Shute at the time
4. Although that is on the shelf in my eye line as I type this

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Some poems from years ago that I barely remember

I just found an old notebook with some poems in from years ago that I barely remember so here are some poems from years ago that I barely remember

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I would quite like to be eaten once dead
My body left by the side of the road
For the crows and the gulls
To pick clean my bones

(2010)

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She sliced apart her lips
and I sliced open mine.
And there upon the marsh
with a bloody kiss
we were married in our way

(6/6/15)

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Cutting The Cord

He handed me the knife
and said to me
You’re the mother
it should be you

So I took it from him
and cut the cord
and let her float out
away across the sea

(11/11/15)

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The children
in the playground
attack in packs
and devour the lonely

(28/5/15)

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By The Station In Norwich

Steel pole fence
strobing sunlight
and a tattered bag
caught on the barbs
dead between the storms

(29/12/15)

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New Year’s Morning, 2am

Are you weeing on my car?
Are you weeing on my car?
He is, you know
He’s pissing on my car

And then

footsteps
quickening
receding
the slamming of doors
the revving of engines

A slow returning silence

(1/1/16)

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I am scared
of the written word
and the unwritten
and the unsaid

(undated)

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And then another hundred empty pages all the way to the end of the book, which I would like to believe were an intentional part of the poem, but which obviously weren’t.

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Notes:

1. Written between 2010 and 2016
2. It’s possible the eaten once dead one has been on here before somewhere
3. But the others are all new
4. For whatever definition of new I’m using to describe six year old poems

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Asteroidal Movement

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Notes:

1. Made on 21st May, 2021
2. I still dream of Asteroids occasionally

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