Morrissey was filled
with sudden self-doubt
as he shut his fridge door;
did the light never go out?
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smiths
Some Photo Poems
A Short Poem about a Quiff
Your quiff
Felt stiff
From all the hairspray,
I dare say.
The Flowering of Morrissey
Steven Patrick Morrissey
Your back pocket
Used to be foresty
With the gladioli
You would buy
From the floristry.
Bookshelf
We know it’s serious
(Like a girlfriend in a coma)
To find the autobiography
Of Steven Morrissey,
Next to Dickens and Homer.
Haven’t Had A Dream Since Last Night
Last night I dreamt
That two of The Smiths
Went to the the bar with me
Then drunkenly blurred into
A Johnny Marrissey.
