Two Poems
David Morley, 11 August 2016
“... re- I re- I re- ! (then higher, panicking) I RE- ! My brother was snorting, pissing himself. The young judge gazed over his glasses, mystified, encouraging. His slight kindness turned the tap – words. Words, like w- w-w-w-w-w-W-W-W WATER shot out as if hosed, splattering meaning in the dropping well of conscience. ‘What did you say?’ – the ... ”