Simon Armitage Poems
|5.||It Ain'T What You Do, It's What It Does To You||1/3/2003|
|6.||The Golden Toddy||1/3/2003|
|8.||About His Person||1/3/2003|
|10.||I Am Very Bothered||1/3/2003|
|11.||I Say I Say I Say||1/3/2003|
I Say I Say I Say
Anyone here had a go at themselves
for a laugh? Anyone opened their wrists
with a blade in the bath? Those in the dark
at the back, listen hard. Those at the front
in the know, those of us who have, hands up,
let's show that inch of lacerated skin
between the forearm and the fist. Let's tell it
like it is: strong drink, a crimson tidemark
round the tub, a yard of lint, white towels
washed a dozen times, still pink. Tough luck.
A passion then for watches, bangles, cuffs.
A likely story: you were lashed by brambles
picking berries from the woods. Come clean, ...