paul shannon

paul shannon Poems

Am I Too Old Yet?

human soup

fry the onion until transparent
add the stock and toss in various shapes

Pond Life


when the potatoes
were being worried by the dogs

Hanging’s A Gust Awhile Slimbo

why don’t you put some weight on?
i can’t see you,
sounds vaguely mysterious,
like standing in the shadows on a grassy knoll,

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paul shannon Biography

Many years ago
as a form of concealment
I cemented
My hooligan children
into the crazy paving

'Art is a vice. One doesn't marry it legitimately, one rapes it' - 'Art is dishonest and cruel.'


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