“To horse you gallant princes, straight to horse.” (Henry V)
No-one knew why he said it
but they knew what it meant
And secretly in each one’s heart
there beat a pride in all they did.
Astride, they curbed the rumbling power
from bungalow to high-rise block
whatever weather, time or order.
“1 Hour Pizza Or Your Money Back”
Given without condition
by the sinner and sinned-against
to you. Take this moment.
Feel the warmth of another’s cheeks against your own
as an embrace, a welcome, a chance for atonement.
For you who was once distant and cold
are powerless to stop your own warmth
pouring out, unashamed, unconditionally giving
to the sinners and sinned-against
unaware of the gift they are about to receive;
this fleeting, intimate, fragile epiphany.
Yet the greatest of all is your gift before you leave
“Please Wash Your Hands”
Red light aardvark (for Leanne)
O Rosse Buurt Aardvark bristling under neon,
bored in latex waiting for custom.
Pig snouty, doe-eyed, unconventional beauty;
first on the list in the Pervert’s Dictionary.
Passing your window, then, in they come.
With formic acid on your whiplash tongue,
as studded hooves massage the venom
they confess “Oh yes, I’ve been so naughty
O Rosse Buurt Aardvark”.
Claws that could rip apart a mound
are stroking hairs on quivering abdomens.
Limp with fear, yet stiff simultaneously;
visceral but tender, muscular but furry;
they leave your arms, sure to return
O Rosse Buurt Aardvark.
Damian O’Vitch regularly performs at events and festivals in the South and elsewhere. He also collaborates with various writing projects and co-hosts spoken word events.
“Damian O’Vitch is like the 92’ Danish Euro Squad..but with poetry” – Elvis McGonagall.