Three Poems by Nikul Patel

Thierry Ennui

Crappy Thierry Henry.

Crappy Thierry Henry won’t return my calls.

Crappy Thierry Henry won’t return my calls all I want to do is congratulate him on his goals and spoon him.

Stupid Thierry Henry won’t return my calls all I want to do is sponge the sweat from his brow collect it in a phial and keep it safe until such a time that human cloning technology becomes reality and is accessible by people earning a salary of £26,890 or above. Clone him and spoon him.

Crappy Thierry Henry won’t return my calls.


The Way To A Monkey Butler

Self telling self

being oneself is a step towards health, prosperity and really really good car/wife/palace/monkey butler.

Rather

          than licking jenga bricks whilst playing trivial pursuit by your

self.


Cello Strings

Cello strings – I used cello strings to wrap that parcel:

C round D

G over A.

I had normal string you see but today was the day that I decided not to play

The Cello.

I wound them up in my mouth coating them evenly with my spit

my saliva

my mouth juice.

The paper tore and wore and stopped being a store

For the contents

of the parcel.

                    It leaked

and the cow heart I had gotten from the butchers for free;

FOR FREE!

Lay limp on my work bench

Sat in wilted brown paper and

          bulged under the taut cello strings: C over D.


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