(After John Cooper Clarke)
Me lips curl up like Autumn leaves,
me insides rattle like skellington keys.
I walk like a man with jellied knees
but, like Oliver, I want more please.
I’m as jumpy as a man with fleas,
as steady as a giraffe on skis.
I’m a chocolate man at 90 degrees,
me words have all turned to mushy peas.
But me love is deeper than the mighty Tees
at the thought of you.
Harry Gallagher co-runs Newcastle’s premier poetry night, The Stanza. He lives in nearby Cullercoats, where the locals tolerate his poetic pretensions with relatively good nature. His lack of shame means he is published all over the place and his third pamphlet, ‘Chasing The Sunset’, is out now.