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John Thorkild Ellison
John Thorkild Ellison
(17/04/51 / Edinburgh)
John Thorkild Ellison Poems
| 441. | A Calendar | 1/5/2010 |
| 442. | A War Hero's Lament | 3/10/2008 |
| 443. | An Alien's Valentine | 1/8/2006 |
| 444. | A Confession (A Sexual Prose-Poem) | 11/10/2009 |
| 445. | Sex | 5/21/2008 |
| 446. | A Fantasy | 4/27/2007 |
| 447. | A Day In March | 8/22/2005 |
| 448. | A Monody | 8/21/2005 |
| 449. | A Certainty | 8/21/2005 |
| 450. | Epiphany | 11/17/2005 |
| 451. | Poetry Can Damage Your Health | 8/19/2005 |
Poetry Can Damage Your Health
The day my doctor died of smoking
I bought myself a fat cigar -
I realised he must be joking,
His funeral was so bizarre:
A dwarf in multi-coloured clothing
Sang louder than the parish choir
And though my heart was full of loathing
I leapt upon the funeral pyre.
I'd often longed for such a roasting
And knew it was my friend's desire,
I shouted out 'We'll all be toasting
In Hell's incandescent fire! '
Don't be discouraged by this story,
Smoking cigarettes is fine,
Inhale them on your days of glory
And drink your fill of rich, red ...
Mourning Sickness
Your endless aching prayers
In the middle of the night
To the unseen God
Bring no peace to your heart
And no respite
To a spirit sickened with grief;
The day comes round the same,
The streets, the shops, the glaring light,
People in the day-centre, mouthing empty words,
