Poetry- A Drama in Meta-Fiction.

A poem about a poem that tries to win a poetry contest with a poem.

Poetry- A Drama in Meta-Fiction.



To be thee, or not to be thee, that is the question?



Should I show imagery or eat cheese, purposely, before sleep?

Should I be surreal, and ask:

‘who did you first kill in CLUEDO,

and why?’

Should I act with decorum to this competition entry

or say, ‘a ya, da, ya da’ to the cock crowing affair?

With a purifying sediment

that slips from my gills

I say, ‘hello, any-chance we can split the prize money here?’

I say mucosae

you say ‘**** off!’



And now what should I do? A poem:



Chip-pan ladies fought themselves into a charge sheet;

a crown court offence to pass onto their daughters,

along with large gold clowns that drip from the neck

line for line in bitter white amphetamine

that come and go with passing blow.