Morrissey was filled
with sudden self-doubt
as he shut his fridge door;
did the light never go out?
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.
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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.
