Margie Cronin

 

 

 

 

Great New (Those Europeans & Their Movies)

 

Details that can be celebrated for less.

Dramatic changes full of desperation.

Once a month a joke.

Brazen ambition running fast enough.

My shoes my shoes.

Foie gras would never satisfy.

When only oneself to rely on.

Sorry to laugh.

At a crime as little as a puff.

But the jury is cold and hot and towing its arse.

Not as much as most people.

More than a window box.

Cheers cheers cheers.

Great now are our plans for the night.

Piss in the soup.

Slash the tyres.

A great new hobby presents itself.

We’ll invite the whole village.

Mole poison.

Instructions that travel a long way.

Ring the bell ring the bell ring the bell.

 

 

 

 

Nice Eel

 

The strength of tomorrow

is in this eel

which has never been ill

in its life.

If it’s hungry

it will not eat bread and cheese

but the two of us.

Not keen on cooking

it will happily swallow us raw.

Where is it from?

It has come from the war

that has finished between eels.

It has not survived

to be anyone’s servant.

There are two ways to go

and so the eel says

Let’s go.

There are no secrets

between the two ways.

Wooing Wooing.

Hush Hush.

The nice eel is swimming now

through windows of air

bringing good luck

and putting on slippers.

Changing maybe’s to yes’s.

Simply magnifique!

Have you yet found

the tiny scar on your body

where the nice eel reminds you

that a scar is the future?