To console myself I eat a kipper
with a slice of bread and butter,
the morning spent in a bit of a dither
waiting for the telephone to blether
my hearts not in it and I prod kipper
around my bowl, the skin and bones of it
and the phone didn’t sing, so now I’ll receive
a letter explaining how grateful they are
how they wish me luck and when I say butter
I mean margarine and I feel like a piece
of chewing gum, in a queue of chewing gum
pieces and some have been chewed until they lose
their juice and some have lots of flavour.
Some are minty and some are banana.
Some are garlic bread, marmite, Peperami.
Some are cucumber, bread, butter, kipper.