I love this collection and Sissay’s work. These poems seem best when read aloud.
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Guilt
Cold winds have frozen us,
Walls of fear closed on us.
The sky has fallen down on us,
And fear it has frowned on us.
The lightning has dumbfounded us,
A dust cloud surrounded us.
The rain it pours down on us,
Pain has been found on us.
Secrets they have bound us,
Anointed and then crowned us.
Whispers race around us,
Fingers point down on us.
Fists beat and pound on us,
Our reflections astound us.
Fear it compounds us,
Defences surround us.
Frustrations hound us,
Guilt has found us.
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Some Things I Like
I like wrecks, I like ex-junkies, I like flunks and ex-flunkies, I like the way the career-less career, I like flat beer,
I like people who tell half stories and forget the rest, I like people who make doodles in important written tests, I like being late. I like fate. I like the way teeth grate, I like laceless shoes, chordless blues, I like the one-bar blues,
I like buttonless coats and leaky boats, I like rubbish tips and bitten lips, I like yesterday's toast, I like cold tea, I like reality,
I like ashtrays, I write and like crap plays.
I like curtains that don't quite shut, I like bread knives that don't quite cut, I like rips in blue jeans,
I like people who can't say what they mean, I like spiders with no legs, pencils with no lead, Ants with no heads, worms that are half dead.
I like holes, I like coffee cold. I like creases in neat folds.
I like signs that just don't know where they're going, I like angry poems,
I like the way you can't pin down the sea.
See.