Upside down on a meat hook,
you stole my heart away;
with the petrol fumes and the cigarettes,
the baying crowd and the suffragettes.
Upside down on a meat hook,
upside down on St Catherine’s day.
Upside down on a meat hook,
upside down in a history book;
upside down in a photograph,
upside down where the red girls laugh
and the black boys weep and the devils sleep
and life is noble, life is cheap.
Upside down on a meat hook,
where the dukes and the divas play.
Upside down on a meat hook,
upside down on St Catherine’s day;
with the Knave of Clubs and the King of Hearts,
your beauty fades in fits and starts.
Upside down on a meat hook,
you stole my mind away.
Comments
rjnewlyn | January 30, 2011 - 17:00
Wonderful. Bizarre but wonderful.
Rob
sonora | January 30, 2011 - 21:09
Thank you Rob - there is an historical rationale to this piece. I'll leave it up for a while longer before spilling the beans :o)
insertponceyfre... | January 30, 2011 - 22:46
yep - I agree with rob - wonderful. and I'd like to know what the rationale is, but it doesn't really detract from it - not knowing, if you see what I mean - so you can take your time about spilling
fatboy74 | January 31, 2011 - 00:57
I am a bit lost, but enjoyed very much the getting lost. :-)
rjnewlyn | February 5, 2011 - 00:54
Still wonderful - and poem of the week!
sonora | February 5, 2011 - 02:35
Yay! Thank you :o>
barryj1 | February 6, 2011 - 21:25
This is sort of like reading Berryman's Deamsongs. You have no idea what the hell the guy is raving about, but it's so godamn beautiful nobody cares. And twenty years down the road, when you've forgotten all the poetic drivel you've stumbled across, maybe just maybe you still remember a precious snippet from Berryman and 'Upside down on a meat hook...