Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Fishermen - Poem by Anthony Weir

Urinals are strange places
where men stand
like itinerant sweet-peas
against temporary trellises
and fumble.

Men are lucky.
They can stand while they piss
and play cards or violas
or kiss.

When I was a child
high toilet-walls
were greenly-defiled
by years of competitions:
raising litre by metre.

Men are lucky.
They can stand while they piss
and angle for strange fish

like St. Peter.

Comments about Fishermen by Anthony Weir

  • (4/30/2006 10:30:00 AM)

    I thought this was lovely, regardless of the subject matter, ha. It had a great flow and rhyme pattern. I enjoyed it and dig your style.

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  • (4/30/2006 9:30:00 AM)

    If you had just held back a bit at the end, you could have created more pressure, and cleared the wall no probs.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, May 15, 2006

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