joe vaughan : from 'four poems to sophie', sam riviere

it’s a shame about yr toothache

that you had to sell chocolate

to mutant children all morning

but today is your birthday

which is always sunny

there’s this wind blowing

through the feature length episode

at the end of the season

I don’t think trees have ever

looked so green as when

with amazing hangovers

we walked from yours saying

I hate everyone except you

there being some truth in it

this poem isn’t about that really

how doomsday failed to happen again

this being the least disappointed I’ve so

far been I’m calling when you finish

work at 12.35 outside the supermarket

I walk down the hill I see you there

look up I say it’s me I’m waving

joe vaughan