Tuesday, 3 May 2011
Tastes of Will Conway
Will Conway headlined at our launch party for inc. 3 and tickled our audience with his obscure poems and demure one-liners - a personal favourite being "Islam. Better than pork?"
We're very happy to have met the gent and wanted to showcase his poems to say thank you. If you're hungry for more, he will be collaborating with us for issue 4 and has just published a fantastic work of fiction, 'Tastes of Ink' with Lazy Gramophone Press, available to buy here...
Four blushing pilgrims,
More touching philtrums
Red on red, wet on wet
Slight smell of strawberries
I’m so and you’re very
Hands free to roam with no charges
Hand held. Not gazes nor grudges
x…and make up
Kisses spill over lips
under lisp overlaps
Inhaling each other’s exhalations
I tingle. You are me. Peach flesh
You, my dear,
have tickled me pink.
Long gone is the rain and dry is everything it wets
When it’s cold I put the sun in the fridge until it sets
Baking in the morning, I put it in the oven til it rises
The day can’t eat any more. It’s too full of surprises.
If I deify, do I die if I defy the deity?
It’s God eat man eat God (who ate me)
Its tactic: taciturn it eats eternity
In turn internally I’ll burn infernally
A bit stern to be interred eternally
But small-fry’s no concern you see.
Do I cease to exist
When my life ex-is?
Not extant. Extinct
X it out
So when I die from excess
And my eyes turn exes
If my I’s turned X’s
The guests I guessed would be at the funeral
Will hopefully be tenfold [in roman numerals]