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Oct 2015 · 732
Listening to Howl
Catherine Graham Oct 2015
So I’m listening to Howl again
After Kate Tempest reminded me
Of Ginsberg
And Ginsberg reminds me of
The best mind of my generation.  

Ginsberg’s words take me to your time
And Howl part 3 makes me think
Of the times you lived through
Living proof of  some of
What he says

You were there
You were holy
You were shocked
More than 50 times

You would have Stood By Solomon In Rockland
And despite the fact you think you lost
In my eyes you won.
And I’m glad we stood by you  in Rockland
When others walked away.
This is a poem about the things I think of when I remember Ginsberg's Howl poem
Aug 2015 · 1.5k
Government Health Advice
Catherine Graham Aug 2015
Government says
There's biscuits in your cupboard
But you can't have them
There's oven chips in your fridge
But you're not allowed those
There's a pie in your oven
But you shouldn't have that either
But here's an apple, they say
I'm allergic to apples
Here's a banana
Allergic to those, too
But you like blueberries
Yes.  I love blueberries
And you like Papaya
Yes
And Mango
Yes, I love all of those things
Then why don't you have one
I will
When?
When I've won the lottery
Why can't you eat them now
Because...Em.
Capitalism
A poem about Government Health leaflets that tell you that only the food that costs a fortune to buy is healthy.
Jun 2015 · 957
A message from your Dog
Catherine Graham Jun 2015
Bed is the target
Not my bed
That's on the floor
And its a bit mishapen

Its covered in fur
And its got hidden biscuits
And a bone I put there
But can't get out now

No, my bed isn't the target
Its YOUR bed that's the target
The one with the douvet, the pillows
and fluffy, fluffy sheets

Its got a big springy mattress
And it looks nice sometimes
When its all covered in
MY paw marks

But it doesn't smell nice, though
Its smells of flowers
I would like it better
If it smelled of fox poo

But after I roll in the fox poo
You never let me on the bed
So how am I going to get it
to smell nicer

That's what I think about
When we're out on a walk
And you throw the ball
And I ignore it, and go for a roll

I roll in squirrel poo
Not as nice fox poo
But I make it nicer
by jumping in the river

You think a quick shower
with the garden hose
Will dissipate all these lovely smells
But you forget the shampoo...and I WIN

I get in the house
Dry myself on YOUR dressing gown
But still I smell
absolutely lovely

Like lamp posts, and drains
And bins
And that really nice smell
When I've been running in the wind

And no one's locked the bedroom door
So I run and I jump
And I roll and I roll
On YOUR bed

For five whole minutes
Then I hear you coming
Slowly stepping up the stairs
So I jump off your bed

Then jump into mine
Then wait and wait and wait
Then suddenly you jump up
And leave

I've no idea where you go all day
No idea, at all
But you've got a sneaky idea
Where I am

You know I'm on your bed
You know I'm making it smell lovely
Just for you when you come home
Hope you appreciate it.
Lots of Love From Your Dog
This is a poem about a dog who likes beds and smells.
May 2015 · 540
Demons in the Puddles
Catherine Graham May 2015
Reflected in an Edinburgh puddle
the yellow dancing light
From the gas lamps
is being disturbed

By a transient creature
who is quickly taking the shape
of a dancing girl
the Judge once knew...

...before he lost
His peace of mind  
To innocent men...who
He let swing by a rope

And for a second
The girl is standing there, reflected
Reflected in both glittering underworlds
accessed by us only through  puddles

And she's holding out her hand,
Beckoning to him, saying
"They forgive you, Sir
Every one of 'em."

Now the puddle is tsunami-ing
into a sudden commotion
And a wind from a dark place
Is briefly touching ours

And Now there are shards
Of scarlet, and black
Magenta and yellow
All strangled into dancing stars

Then the yellow light settles
Into stillness
The magenta of her dress is receding
And disappearing without moving

And the puddle's picture is resetting
Into, its previous shape, with the addition of
... a swishing tail from a creature unknown
And a crimson pulse of aortic Red
Based on a short story called "The Release of The Secret Documents"
May 2015 · 15.9k
The cake that vanished.
Catherine Graham May 2015
There was a cake
But no one ate it
Then there was no cake
And still no one had eaten it
But everyone remembered it
It didn't look that nice
It looked like it needed more chocolate
It looked like it needed less sugar
It tasted like...
Who said that?
No one answered
They looked at each other
with dark chocolately glances
No one ate the cake
It just vanished.
But not without comment.
May 2015 · 4.8k
Dangerous Water
Catherine Graham May 2015
Dangerous Water

You told me
There were things on the beach
That caught fire
when lifted from the water

You told me
There were submarines
Disguised as monsters
In the the exact same waters

I told you
Not to look for these things
To stay away
From the water

Now I can't find you
And there are strangers
down by the waterfront
All looking at me.

— The End —