Passing the Baton by Nick Cooke

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

There’s some serious shit going down.

You need to keep your mind as clear
as a dolphin’s rear end


Learn to look over your shoulder
without moving your noggin an inch
and tune your lugs so tight
they can hear a pin before it drops

If you think you got a mate
his real name’s probably Judas

Be ready to do what’s required –
I got the rope, you find the tree

There’s some heavy crap in the air.

You need to peel your own eyeballs
with a switchblade

Get it?

Trust your instincts like brothers

Cut out the middlemen
of reflection and doubt

Rationalisation is vastly-overrated –
nothing wrong with animal cunning –
whoever calls it low ought to
get down in the dirt with me
and shoot their own high horse

There’s some mega-sized turds on the doorstep. 

You need to shovel them off
without blinking

View original post 62 more words


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s