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maize

As I pish pash down the monstrous streets of Paris

The rain makes the cheap neon shimmer and shiver

I am approached by a creaking vagrant

Shuddering and Grunting

Coughing and Wheezing

He pushes a shopping trolley containing maize

I secretly wish he will pass me by

But of course he does not

‘Want some corn’ he asks

‘That’s maize.’  I say

‘That’s not fit for human consumption’ I say

He laughed

Raised his hands to the skies

‘None of this is fit for human consumption’ he screamed

I bought some maize and trudged on

How could I argue

 

 

 

 

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Stu Buck

Wed 5th Aug 2015 17:29

its the wife's favourite as well! it'll get re-aired this monday at voicebox in wrexham as i'm going to perform it (complete with shite french accent)

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Stu Buck

Sun 21st Jun 2015 17:14

Hello,
Thanks for the kind comments. Indeed I had hoped to portray this in the poem. This is actually an embellishment on something that happened to me a few years ago, but rather than end in a sweeping, bukowski-esque statement i ended up having to move away sharpish from the bloke who was clearly drunk!

im really glad you liked the piece, as a writer who is just starting to feel a little confident in his work, i can assure you every heartfelt compliment is very much appreciated.

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