On sales or sermons at my door,
Contributions from the floor,
Screaming things.
Wondering where the good times went,
Complaining to this Government,
Reciting ‘Kings’.
Telling fibs to Sherlock Holmes,
Games of tag with garden gnomes,
Soliloquies.
Knock-knock jokes on a Croatian,
Great ideas for situation
Comedies.
Asking her to reconsider
Leaving, trying to kid a kidder,
Roundelays.
Entering for field events,
Just causes or impediments
On wedding days.
Begging rides in backs of hearses,
Happy Birthday’s other verses,
Asking twice.
Musing on your point-blank misses,
Moaning ‘This is hell’ or ‘This is
Paradise.’
Offering a monk your ticket,
Using metaphors from cricket
When in Texas.
Telephoning during finals,
Remonstrating in urinals
Phrases like ‘Here’s what I think’,
Giving up girls/smoking/drink
At New Year.
Asserting that all men are equal,
Settling down to write a sequel
To King Lear.
Revisions to The Odyssey,
Improvements on Psalm 23
Or hazel eyes.
Glueing back the arms on Venus,
Any other rhyme than ‘penis’,
The Turner Prize.
Interrogating diplomats,
Defining Liberal Democrats,
Begging to banks.
Supporting Malta’s football team,
Translating King’s ‘I have a dream’
Into the Manx.
Reading verse to lesser mammals,
Tailing cats or humping camels,
Hectoring sheep.
Pleading with a traffic warden,
Writing things that sound like Auden
In his sleep.
Don’t waste your breath on telling me
My purpose, point or pedigree
Or wit or worth.
Don’t waste your breath explaining how
A poem works, or should do now
Don’t waste your breath on rage, regret
Or ridicule; don’t force or fret,
Breathe easily.
Remember: every starlit suck
Is seven trillion parts good luck
To one part me.
GLYN MAXWELL