Men seek refuge
In strip bars
From the huge
Empty
Outside.
Girls lose their bras
And men think, “whore”.
Then depart, empty,
Inside,
As before.
Empty
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When A Credulous Young Man Named Perks
When a credulous young man named Perks
Said, “a ghost in the basement lurks!”.
I said, “you fool!
That is no ghoul,
It’s the late Edmund Burke’s great works!”.
One-Night Stands
I long
For something beyond
Her nakedness,
For she must dress
And slip away
At break of day.
But I should stress,
That ’twas fun, nonetheless.
A Young Lady Named Gale
A young lady named Gale
Comes from a place called Hale.
She keeps house for a vicar,
Who has a dodgy old ticker,
But her ministrations they never fail!
Kevin Morris’s Interview on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series, at 9:10 pm (UK time) on Thursday 27 February 2020
On Thursday 27 February, at 9:10 pm (UK time), I was priveleged to appear on Vancouver Co-Op Radio’s the World Poetry Reading Series.
During the course of the interview, I read and discussed my poetry.
I am grateful to Ariadne Sawyer for her kindness in hosting me on her show. To listen to me reading and discussing my poetry, please visit http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-80. Please note, I listened back to my interview using Google Chrome., so I know that Chrome works.
When the Man in the Moon
When the Man in the Moon
Said, “I don’t have a silver spoon”,
And he wrote lots of letters
To all his elders and betters,
They sent him a broken old spoon!
When A Girl Who Is Pretty and Slim
When a girl who is pretty and slim
Invited me in for a swim,
I couldn’t help but laugh
As its only her bath.
But that girl she knows how to swim!
When A Young Lady Named Mia
When a young lady named Mia
Swung from my chandelier
My friend, Bishop Paul
Feared she would fall.
But she’s already fallen, is Mia!
When a Young Lady Named Henrietta
When a young lady named Henrietta
Said, “my hair it gets ever wetter!”,
I said, “you’ve been in that shower
For well over an hour,
And your Setter has eaten my letter!”.
The Sun’s Light Ends in Night
The sun’s light
Ends in night.
But when I express
It this way
Some will say
That I obsess
With death.
Yet one may
Take delight
In a summer’s day,
But not fight
The inevitable night.
K Morris - Poet 