Keep Your Head On Poem by Alistair Graham

Keep Your Head On



I

The shirt for tomorrow
hangs over the dinning room chair;

a headless man, arms by his side
waiting for morning.

Fill him up with poached eggs
orange juice in a glass;

fetch his head from behind the sofa
force it back on -

seems to fit now,
all in perfect working order.


II

Time to drive
into the city, lights are green;

a familiar journey, the smell
of damp autumnal Belfast.

The Albert Clock grins as it ticks
my way past it's tower,

it smiles at my crisp, white shirt
with my head on top,

it laughs at my pace,
it's standing still.

It's confident lean
rooted firmly in the Farset.

I shall skid my car to a halt,
let it lie across the road.

I'll lean on the Albert
left hand in my pocket,

we can both watch
another morning's traffic jam.

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