Duncan Jones has become a regular contributor to Outsideleft (both poems and essays), and even performed at one of our 'Quiet Night Out' events this year. Twentythree Stroke Twentyfour is his farewell to the old year. Enjoy.
Twentythree Stroke Twentyfour
Hope is a thing but
Listen, a winter
Whistles sick
Through bits of chat
The wrong boy barks
Outside the disabled shitter door
Looking grey as
Down on your end times maybe chicken wings
(With feathers still)
The old year now away is fled
Bend o’er, work up a fixéd face
A New Year comes now reeking
In up fucking splendour. SMILE.
© 2023 Duncan Jones
