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Poetry: dawns, dawns, dawns by Paul Tanner

dawns dawn dawns

by Paul Tanner

do a shiver
wheeze out green clouds 
so they hover like a snot halo,
lean against the wall
and:
black goo sucks at your hair?
it dawns on you: 
your black walls are not black, 
you don’t know what colour they are 
under all the black mould 
and you hobble down the road
to the phone box, use your last 50p 
to ring your landlord 
and you get his machine: 
I’m on a cruise, he says, until the twenty-fourth of February … 
mould is in your lungs and 
YOUR LANDLORD IS ON A CRUISE 
and you get back to your room
and mould is on the walls and
YOUR LANDLORD IS ON A CRUISE
and there’s a black spider 
that be squatting on the black mouldy walls
and she winks 
every single eye at you
one by one: 
flickering balls of yellow sin 
there, like a batch of sick stars 
rutting in the corner of cold outer space 
because YOUR LANDLORD IS ON A CRUISE
and it’s just you and her now
and one of you needs to eat. 

About the author

Tanner has been earning minimum wage, and writing about it, for 15 years now. No, really. His novel ‘Jobseeker’ is on Amazon. He was shortlisted for the Erbacce 2020 Poetry Prize. His latest collection ‘Shop Talk: Poems for Shop Workers’ is published by Penniless Press.

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