Roddy Lumsden

(1966 / St Andrews, Scotland)

Roddy Lumsden Poems

1. Sorry 5/4/2015
2. Acid 6/21/2016
3. 1979 1/11/2018
4. Against Complaint 1/11/2018
5. Against Conceit 1/11/2018
6. Against Naturism 1/11/2018
7. The Beautiful 1/11/2018
8. Between Hallowe'en and Bonfire Night 1/11/2018
9. The Damned 1/11/2018
10. Eidolon 1/11/2018
11. Hard Work 1/11/2018
12. Hazy Alley Incident 1/11/2018
13. Infighting 1/11/2018
14. Ludlow 1/11/2018
15. Lumsden Hotel 1/11/2018
16. The Man I Could Have Been 1/11/2018
17. My Limbo 1/11/2018
18. My Pain 1/11/2018
19. Ornithogalum Dubium 1/11/2018
20. Season of Quite 1/11/2018
21. The Shuffle 1/11/2018
22. Solo 1/11/2018
23. Spiral 1/11/2018
24. Then 1/11/2018
25. Yeast 1/11/2018
26. The Young 1/11/2018
27. Between the Penny Dropping and the Penny Landing 1/11/2018
28. The Haunt 1/11/2018
29. ON FIRST MEETING MARGOT 1/11/2018
30. BAD PLAYERS 1/11/2018
31. ALL YOU PHILOSOPHERS 1/11/2018
32. TOWNS YOU ONLY PASS THROUGH 1/11/2018
33. MISS MARTINDALE IN THE OUTBACK 1/11/2018
34. Intramuros 1/13/2003

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Intramuros

She lies in her well-kept apartment
above the spick and span cathedral
in the heart of the walled city
above Manila Bay and she dreams
of the great, ruined cities of Europe:
Vienna crumbling into the ocean,
Warsaw in a plague of frogs and flies
and London, where all the black men
have learned to talk like white men,
where all the white men have begun
to talk like cartoon characters.
One week left until Christmas
and you can't buy a Scrabble set
in any shop. The cartoon characters
are warming their three-fingered hands
around a bonfire made of love...

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Against Complaint

After the Yoruba
Though the amaryllis sags and spills
so do those my wishes serve, all along the town.
And yes, the new moon, kinked there in night's patch,
tugs me so—but I can't reach to right the slant.
And though our cat pads past without a tail, some
with slinking tails peer one-eyed at the dawn, some
with eyes are clawless, some with sparking claws
contain no voice with which to sing

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