I would spit and rage;
shouting obscenities to
convey my anger.
I would scratch my
arse in public
and burp loudly
I would clomp about in my DM boots.
Or, depending on my mood, a biker pair
with chunky, jagged soles and the most
obvious silver buckles.
I would wear loose, comfortable jumpers that
are just beginning to unravel at hem and cuff;
and my hair, I would leave to grow as it pleased.
And I would never sit, but sprawl across seats:
dangling legs over arms to dip steel toe
caps into gentle pools of deep pile.
I would speak out of turn,
chew with my mouth open
and stick my tongue out whenever I wanted.
I might even get a tattoo done:
placing it in the arch above my buttock.
A largish stamp marking me out.
And I’d stare because I wanted to see;
shout in quiet places;
and sulk because I didn’t get my way.
And I would do all this just to be…
SO TELL ME: What do you think of this piece?
- Did it engage you?
- Does the meaning come across? Are there any images or lines you don’t understand or find unclear?
- Are there obvious errors in spelling, punctuation or grammar?
- Do you have any suggestions for revision?
Please be brutally honest in your assessments – good, bad or indifferent.
I don’t scare easily; and I really do want to hear what YOU have to say about my work.
Many thanks in advance for your time and your criticism.
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AUTHOR: I am might war. I have a love of music, the written word, travel, Anime, polar bears, people and “sticking and colouring”.