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Ow! Put that light out!
What the hell is this place?
Is this what I've been waiting nine months to see?
I thought the world was supposed to be beautiful:
Trees, flowers, blue skies, all that...
All I can see is this blinding light,
Metal pans full of scalpels and forceps
And loads of slime about the place...
I'm not sure that I like this.
Hey! Put me down!
What's going on?
I thought people were supposed to be gentle with
babies,
Not turn them upside down and poke them!
And leave my genitals alone...
I might be needing them some day.
Ow! Stop hitting me!
I've hardly been here five minutes and I'm being slapped
already;
I havn't had time to do anything wrong!
Who is this guy anyway?
And why's he got all this rubber gear on?
Oh, you're called 'Doctor' are you?
Well, Mister Doctor, just consider yourself lucky that I
don't know any
swear words yet,
And that I havn't got any teeth,
Or had any lunch to spew over you...
I don't think I can take much more of this;
I think I'm going to cry...
And what do you mean "Thank goodness he's crying?"
And why are you all smiling at me all of a sudden?
I suppose it gives you some kind of warped satisfaction to
see the newborn
having a bad time.
Well I hope you're satisfied now, you bunch of
sadists.
Oh no, who's this I'm being passed over to now?
I just hope she's a bit more gentle than that Doctor
geezer.
Oh yes, that's a bit more like it;
I'm being held the right way up at last!
Ahh, I feel better already...
Here, could you hold my head up a little?
Yes, yes, just there; that's fine...
Here, you must be my mother;
It's nice to meet you after all this time...
Oh no, what is she crying for?
What have I done to bring that on?
This is going to be a lot tougher than I thought.
You make my heart sing;
You make my heart cry.
You are the reason why I carry on;
You make me wish I was dead.
You make me talk in cliches;
You bring out my greatest lines.
You always seem to know how I'm feeling;
You never listen to me half the time!
I want to be by your side forever;
I need to be alone far, far away.
I wish that I'd never met you;
But now that I have, please, don't go away.
You're the love I will always remember;
You're the heart-ache I want to forget.
I want to stay in your arms forever;
But sooner or later one of us will to have to get up and
go to the toilet.
I want to pick you a meadow of buttercups,
Dig you a mountainside of gold.
Get out of my life, don't ever come back;
Don't go yet, stay awhile, until we're...old
Snakebite saxophones
Smouldering Hellfire in their coats
Screech like a taxi
Running a cloud of angels to choir practice
Racing with a honkin' tonkin' piano
Packed with gun-slinging
Guitarist gangsters
Shooting it out with a
Drop-dead
Drop-kicking drummer
A twisted trumpet staggers through smashed bottle
streets
Sobbing at a broken moon,
Wailing as the last wishing star fades,
unfulfilled
And the blues fill the sky.
The above poems are Copyright 1998 by Beowulf Mayfield.
The collection of works called Fish Eggs For The Soul is Copyright
1998 by Brian Rickman.
Copy edited by Sara Fawbush,
editor of The Young Writer's Collection.