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3 poems by Mark Waldron

Little Men

What is an uptown man but a blurt

chinny chin chin

but a plea chinny chin chin

tenderised by this rickety peace he’s living in

This peace that hangs as poison fruit in the tree tree trees

Three little men

dot dot dot

I’ll blow your top in

I’ll rasher you streaky

I’ll nosh your little house right off with my to-attention teeth

Rows of soldiers

hid for now behind the plump hedges of their come-hithers

What type of king is making the roof go down little men

What kind of king ra ra ra

Chinny chin chin

chinny chin

dot dot dot

L-L-Let me in

For ever and ever

What do you want chief

with your

woebegone like a catchall

Do you take me for a spectacle

Or Elephantine Or Squished

Or ears like halleluiahbubble

pip pip

I hear you

Our father who art squished

Fish come up to eat

the la la flies

as dogs go down

to chop the dirty

Forgive me my respite

My kingdom has holes in it

The opposites of sausages

Am I made of lemons

Did you like me for a chirrup

O what is your purpose soldier boy on the edge of there in your C-Crimean c-costume

Trees about

And that d-lady dressed in whitely robes –

a-floating ghostling

Easy-peasy I am knocked together

bottle glue

corrugated cardboard

down whose pokey corridors: all sorts of not a lot

I am one I made earlier

The soldier has nothing for here and so bangs off on no I don’t care and you too

(to the monotonous beat of the humdrum)

A little bit this A little bit that

Don’t try stay with me

for I will stay with d-lady

This carpet has marvellous spots

The stripy one not so much

And there we must leave us and everything about to go boom


Mark Waldron’s fourth collection, 'Sweet, like Rinky-Dink' was published by Bloodaxe Books in 2019. He was selected as a Next Generation Poet by the Poetry Book Society in 2014.


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