Two Poems By: Crispin Best

New writing continues in rude health this week with London-based poet and writer Crispin Best

Crispin Best has lived in Manchester, Cambridge and Tokyo, but now lives back in London, next door to the house where he grew up. Some of his work, which mostly shows up on the internet, is listed here: www.crispinbest.com.



gently

we are a long time

                                                                                                          you say

the sky is pale from

                                                                                                          the end of

itself

and

gently

one day i want a warm balcony

to                                                                                                        fall asleep on

with you

that’s all

                                                                                                           but

we got old

something knocked down                                                                  the low brick wall

where we sat

where you said

take life by the horns

    take life by the xylophones

       take life by the bagpipes

          take life by the clarinets

             take life by the trumpets

                take life by the harmonicas

                   take life by the harps

                     take life by the bassoons

                       take life by the drum machines

                         take life by the sousaphones

                            take life by the theremins

                               take life by the hurdy gurdys

                                  take life by the nose flutes

                                       take life by the pipe organs

                                           take life by the synths

                                              take life by the ukuleles

                                                 take life by the trombones

                                                    take life by the harpsichords

                                                       take life by the keytars

                                                          take life by the kettle drums

                                                            those things                         mean business

i am careful

i agree that we are

a long time

but gently

and

                                                                                                          that is the

                                                                                                          most


anyway

i am riding lifts on my 30th birthday

somewhere you are all of my direct messages and

a little drunk with you on a train would be nice

anyway they washed the floor of the museum

so my footprint is everywhere on my 30th birthday

and my shoe bottoms must be very beautiful

somewhere i am a kite when you slam me into the sand

still

anyway i am sweating in the museum lonely

somewhere i am sweating not touching butterflies in the
enclosure too

place your animal parts close by

on my 30th birthday

feel free

anyway this unshrinkable distance between us

still

anyway your knees in the morning

somewhere i am sweating quietly learning how to pick up a butterfly

on my 30th birthday

after i nearly step on a butterfly in the enclosure too

there are chrysalises with us here

touch my chest in my imagination

anyway take off your belt with me

on my 30th birthday

still

somewhere i am sweating watching the pattern of your bra

complicate the front of your blouse

never stop

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