Poems of Simon Armitage
|1.||About His Person||1/3/2003|
|4.||I Am Very Bothered||1/3/2003|
|5.||I Say I Say I Say||1/3/2003|
|6.||It Ain't What You Do, It's What It Does To You||1/3/2003|
|8.||The Golden Toddy||1/3/2003|
I was pegging out your lime-green dress;
you were hoping the last of the sun
might sip the last few beads of drip-dry water
from its lime-green hem.
I had a blister-stigmata the size of an eye
in the palm of my hand
from twisting the point of a screw
into the meat of the house. Those days. Those times.