Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Secret North Korean Poet

I wear the title of my poem.
Official Haircut 17.
From the Official Haircut List.
I chose 17 at random.
And not because I like the style.

I use the Jasmine nom-de plume.
It throws the SD off my scent.
They’re still looking for a woman.
It doesn’t stop me making stink.
When I discuss our Nation’s shit.

Conductor on a People’s Bus.
I stare into the peoples’ eyes.
And see what’s really going on.
I like the rhythm of stop-start.
The none of this – too much of that.