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


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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.