Poem by Stephen Watt (UK)
Published in The Ofi Press issue 48
You, street of bearded ladies
coursing through Primark’s racks
and accessorised clowns
denouncing zero hour contracts,
spin upside down, acrobats,
safely into my chalked hands.
Day turns night as is the natural order
when Scotland the Brave’s played
on a pilfered school recorder
and Leo the Silent Raver’s
dance on the glass
of the black cabs
on Rose Street’s corner.
Outside plate-spinning restaurants,
waiters imitate lion-tamers
where grinning big cats
celebrate engagements and divorcements,
promotions and liberations
from young offender lock-ups.
Skaters provoke pigeons
like feathered fireworks.
A perennial lorry hangs out a building
shielding a longstanding queue
of feather cuts
vaping smoke and mirrors,
and decorated, six-foot KNOW THY NUTS
testicular cancer posters
evaporate like illusionists
in the space of three Jaegermeisters.
Roll up! Roll up!
never suffers from boredom
and through the hullabaloo, this Welcome To,
that no animals were hurt
during the making of this poem.
Stephen Watt is a poet and performer living in Glasgow. His debut collection ‘Spit’ was published in March 2012 by Bonacia Ltd following his win at the Poetry Rivals Slam one year before, while new collection ‘Optograms’ was recently published by Wild Word Press. Stephen has since won a number of national competitions and continues to perform across the UK.
Image: "Street Art" by William Murphy.