The saw blades of your mouthare set to mutilate and tear to the core.
(at least the knife
has poetic silence
in its slicing)
Your ears are tuned to flats and sharps
wherever they occur.
Your eyes are rifles: shoot to kill.
Your nose snorts flames on all good will.
Into each day you come:
the motorbike of the morning,
ripping everything to bits,
drowning out your own self-loathing.
The Motorbike Of The Morning by Des Dillon | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
Des Dillon is an award-winning poet, writer, dramatist, and scriptwriter whose work has been published and performed across Europe and in America. His writing is critically acclaimed, popular and sometimes controversial, often addressing the elitism that creates under-classes. He wrote Singing I’m No a Billy He’s a Tim, considered Scottish Theatre’s most successful contemporary play. A product of the Coatbridge Irish, he is a natural storyteller as is evident in his classic novel Me and Ma Gal.
