Wednesday, 23 November 2016

Geoff Hattersley - The Only Son at the Fish 'n' Chip Shop

The Only Son at the Fish ‘n’ Chip Shop

He lived with his mother till he was forty-five
and no one was allowed to touch his head.

He worked on a novel for twenty years
without writing a word. He didn’t like people

who wrote novels. He often drank. One glass of beer
was too many, two glasses weren’t enough.

Travel brochures were as far as he went.
A football match, one time. He often said

Why would anyone want to think about a potato?
He painted his door with nobody’s help.


From Back of Beyond: New and Selected Poems (Smith/Doorstop Books, 2006)

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