Two poems from Pat Ingoldsby's new collection Can I get in the bath? ("It's outrageous" he told me yesterday, grinning. "Absolutely fucking filthy").
Crucial Moments Leading Up To His Arrest
The man with the long sticky-out nose
pulled his trousers up so high
that he couldn't see where he was going
so he opened up his fly
and peeped out to have a look.
Me Hole
I have cried
and cried and cried
for the dreams
of you and me
that got destroyed
somewhere between
the excitement of hope
and the crash
of breaking futures.
Who dares wins!
Whoever
came up
with that
pearl of shite,
kindly go
and
fuck yourself.
Twice.
I hope that some day someone will buy one of his books from him to give to me.
