Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

riddle me this fatman

riddle me this fatman

I must not grieve my silences
while choosing not to breathe lies into them

yet because you feel you are owed a poem
my education, which has only been borrowed,
must make the arguments promised of a bullet
more compelling than Neruda could even know


linked through bitterness, to
deluge the starving with the busy
decorum of disastrous diligence
you may, if you like,  fly kites overhead
to read all six million concerned yawns


never one to let a past friend's
boundless progress unsettle me
once suitably distracted I might elect

to steal and invade an overfilled wife,

or three,

and water their names audibly with a riddled pencil

so fiercely democratic am I


do not write your size in nervously,

you’ll find my hands are larger inclined,

save the trembling for your poems,

but first, let me be the perfect swine


for curiosity arms such liars as I

with a slow typed copy of rich disgust

and lays the inappropriate howls

in rhyme that leaves me far from crushed


◄ wakes

notes ►


Profile image

Paul Sands

Sat 22nd Feb 2014 21:31

thank you :)

<Deleted User> (9882)

Sat 22nd Feb 2014 21:26

fantastic! the two opening lines? killers!x

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message