top of page

Addressed to a can

O you can, can you,

with your modest

inscription of 4%,

play the surprised innocent

and deny your bullying?

A mere 330ml,

just a quiet companion

you claim, but when prowling

the town in your press-gang

dirty-dozen packs

can you deny messing

with our sons and our daughters

on these long testing nights?

Recent Posts

See All
Collective noun

A commune of cows distinguished by blotches of black and brown over a wide eye, a warm rump   all eat the same grass are constrained by the same wire fence share the same old bull.

 
 
 
What to say

When they ask why you don’t eat meat tell a conspiracy tale about little boy cows being snatched from their mothers so we can enjoy veal with our milk.   Describe the smell of the rain-wet wool on you

 
 
 
Respite care rubs both ways

After making her coffee and lunch in the hospice kitchen, I find respite in my book of poems which can hold a hand, an eye, an ear, but...

 
 
 

Comments


© 2025   Greg Judkins

bottom of page