n.n. the sailor man

you worked so hard for that,
you said when i ended.
that’s all i want from life —
my struggle commended
a delicate elbow
cannot be diminished
i’m just like pop-eye
but i don’t eats me spinach

hello welcome to march, the month that’s also an instruction. a good month for spring reasons. but not my favourite. that’s may, the month of invitation. a lot of the poetry this month is goo related. snot. snails.

i start the month by plagiarising myself. i love, adore, plagiarising my worst lines. i once recorded a song with the couplet, ‘i am much sexier than neil kinnock, i’m tougher than pop-eye, but i don’t eats me spinach’. suffice to say, that song wasn’t a hit. also, i did eat spinach regularly at the time. i don’t anymore.