Poems, I don’t count them
They’re like lovers,
I don’t notch them.
They exist in disparate places
Get lost for ages
Now Facebook is an archive
But there are those that dive
Duck from attention
Lost in a train station
Not worth remembering
Or can’t be arsed typing
Then there’s YouTube
Use me as your lube
Show me to your mates
Add me to your favourites
How do you remember poems?
I put it down to Catholic drones
Drilled to say my prayers
Having a mum who cares
For poetry, drama, expression
Taught me the Zen of repetition
Its my om, my mantra
How often does your ipod fail ya?
I mumble beneath my breathe
Work the ones I don’t know yet
I see the lines on the paper
I don’t consider it labour
It’s how I get my crust
I’m still on the cusp
Of exploring what’s inside me
It’s like reading my diary
What do you write about?
The questions people ask
I like to have a task
Used to write for a birthday card
The birthing of a bard
How do you start?
I catch a line
I don’t edit
Well just a bit
And then through performance
Unleash it on an audience.
