Matthew Hedley Stoppard - Walking into a fist

by Matthew Hedley Stoppard
According to reports, I deserved it.
Spilling out the arse-end of a house party,
spouting outrageous claims about someone's mother;
he thumped the bad beer out of my guts
then the sixth-form smile off my face.
I thought they were reserved for cartoon coyotes
concussed by falling anvils, but those stars
orbited my head after his heavy right-hook.
It felt like my jaw had met the base of Scafell Pike
staggering back into a ringside of conifers.
Laying there, covered in giddiness and blood,
the garden gnomes giggled on picnic blankets -
tea towels blown from the... read more

 
30 September 2012 in Art & Culture, Views: 6
Source: Morning Star
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