Glenn Colquhoun
Glenn Colquhoun Poems
Arthritis walks funny like a cowboy
through saloon doors
that curse behind his back
- godammit all t'hell!
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We should swap heads.
Yours would be a circle
And mine would be a square.
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On the beach where I live, last Sunday
three children built a man out of sand.
He lay on his back with his arms by his sides,
his feet slightly spread as though he was asleep.
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For ten seconds I fell
in love with you.
The first second we met.
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When I am in doubt
I talk to surgeons.
I know they will know what to do.
They seem so sure.
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I explained to her that active metabolites in each pharmaceutical would adopt a spatial configuration leading to an exact interface with receptor molecules on the cellular surfaces of the target structures involved.
She told me not to bullshit her.
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In the local supermarket
a man travels north
between the canned
goods and the sugar;
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Let your first breath be
the volume of small lemons.
Let your second breath snap
like a sail in strong wind.
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1. To begin with lift the poem carefully out of its paper.
2. Balance the poem in the palm of your hand.
3. Don't be afraid of the poem.
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Glenn Colquhoun Biography
Glenn Colquhoun was born in 1964 in Papakura, New Zealand. He is a doctor, poet and children's writer. His first poetry collection, The Art of Walking Upright, won Best First Book of Poetry at the 2000 Montana New Zealand Book Awards. In 2003 he won the Poetry Category and also became the first poet to be awarded the coveted Montana Readers' Choice Award. He has written several children's books and has been the convener of the New Zealand Post Book Awards. In 2004, Colquhoun was the recipient of the Prize in Modern Letters.)
The Best Poem Of Glenn Colquhoun
Arthritis
Arthritis walks funny like a cowboy
through saloon doors
that curse behind his back
- godammit all t'hell!
Every joint chaws tabacca.
The floorboards creak.
His feet thud like walking sticks.
The bar leans out against him.
I pour his whiskey neat and say
‘How you been Mr. Arthritis? '
He pokes his hat with the sharp end of his pistol
and says that he's seen better times.
For a while we watch long-legged girls
kick their thighs high into the air.
At night I watch him rest his head on a saddle.
His boots point up towards the moon.
Clouds tiptoe considerately across the sky.
His campfire glows dull red
for a long time in the dark.
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