Worry Sticks

By camilla

Mon, 17 Dec 2007
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Worry Sticks

A swallowed boiled sweet of a stone
grates like a fat fishbone
stomach muscles tighten against a kick
worry sticks
beat an up tempo snare
at the flare
of helpless love
he wrote
I want to have this aria at my funeral
from Zaide
and this poem
by Louis MacNeice
and this poem of mine
about drowning
as I am ill and the doctor
is derelict
unhelpful as a lawyer owed money
I want you to know it all
so you will be on the ball
if I die
and then he went to the theatre
and left the pain with me
a lead shot necklace
and little lead
booties

Certificate PG
Poem
A Necklace of Red Stones
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Ewan on
I would like to hear this read or performed, it has energy and a staccato rhythm reminiscent of a Tom Waits non-vocal or a slam poet.I like it a lot. And, of course, I'm a sucker for a pun, like the one in the title.

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