Slightly more definite prognosis for the new book: should start the editing process soon with an eye on a May 2011 publication date. To mark its approach, here’s one I read (and sang, God love us!) at the Derwent Poetry Festival last weekend.
In memoriam Les Gray
All my lovin’, all my kissin’, you don’t know
what you’ve been missin’. You started out
in The Mourners, and ended your days
en route to a Glasgow comeback uh
huh huh and throat cancer. It breaks
my 1974 heart. The fun’s over, the fun’s
been over for thirty years, its loss felt
more keenly with every reunion tour.
Finally, each of us is his own tribute
band, a cover version of his greatest hits.
The coffin-dodgers sing That’s right that’s right
that’s right that’s right that’s right that’s right that’s right.
Bury us all in our brothel creepers,
our hair anachronistic, our trousers tight.