Monday, August 23rd, 2010...4:23 pm

dexter selboy | 3 poems

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Tried

You told me not to be so bleak and cynical

i told you i had been
to Burnham-on-Sea
where hate was the new laughter
the trip back
in a taxi
steered by speed

to a doorway
soaked in piss

so you told me stories, of
rape
abuse
cancer
war
and that i am not so bleak and cynical
as these
to cheer me up

A letter

Dear god
not
why me
but
why
not me

my dads dad

Trying to be him
i’d taken the most obvious
and easy path
to emulate him

and it took 8 years
to realise
he hadn’t been him
so easily

Dexter Selboy about Dexter Selboy

i’ve been writing some form of poetry for about 14 years now. i grew up on a slag heap called Radstock and then moved to a place where nothing happens called Bath. It’s nice here, Nothing ever happens. You can walk down the street with no shoes on and no-one will care. I’ve started using condoms as page markers. It’s as close and final as i get to romance. Originally i confined my self to rhyming, but have found a lot more comfort in formless and free poetry.

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