2009
12.08
12.08
I spotted this poem on the London Underground. It’s called “This Is Just To Say” by William Carlos Williams and took me back to my uni days in York. I love the ambiguous balance between apology, confession and teasing…
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
(Opinion: Jim Green – MD)
I spotted this poem on the back of a fag packet and took me back to my uni days in Scunthorpe. I love the ambiguous balance between anxiety, excess and inevitable blindness…
I have drunk
the absinthe
that was in
your fridge
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
I’ve gone blind
so sweaty
and so cold
Freud would have something to say about that plum poem
Genius.
I once had some plums
So fine they did shine
Like squished little dibbles in water and wine
I quaffed a quick jango then spoofed a wry jot
I dropped to my knees and spiffled a quick wit
Errrrrr…. nice