firstname.lastname@example.org & @JoeCushnan
I have a portfolio of features, reviews, poetry and short fiction published in all sorts of places - Belfast Telegraph, Tribune, Ireland's Own, Dalhousie Review, Fairlight Books, Reader's Digest, Reality, Lapwing Poetry, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Spillwords, Dear Reader, Amethyst Review, Black Bough, to name a selection. Oh, and the odd BBC radio contribution. I wrote books on retailing, on dealing with job losses and a biography of film star Stephen Boyd.
This is a series of (hopefully) funny poems from hundreds I've written over the years (inspired by the likes of Spike Milligan and Roger McGough) to provoke a smile in these odd times.
I walk the echoing pavements,
taking in the evening air,
my tap-tap, steel-tipped boots
breaking the silence with sharp rhythms.
Left foot, right foot,
left foot, right foot,
metal toes connecting with stone,
a satisfying sound, city noise, urban tone.
But as I turn a corner, danger lurks,
unknown to me a Fido fall-out awaits
and I step in some canine poo,
one of nature’s fulsome, filthy fates.
And the tap-rhythms are all but silenced
by the town-hounds in cahoots,
I am aware of a silent footstep
from a number two on one of my boots.