from Outback haiku
The wardrobe: two Christmases
And never winter
Expresses sincere regrets
Tsk, tsk, tsk, poor you!
Is misclassified, which is
More than he can bear
Swallowed no alarm clock so
Can laze for a while
Cannot seem to make head nor
Tail, at all, of me
Dashing off a stirrup-cup
Unseats this rider
Is it coming or going
Ohne drang und sturm?
Dines out in my wheelie bin
How was it? Awesome!
Tries to chat up city dogs
In the wrong lingo
Will wisely never engage
In unarmed combat
Aged thirteen and three-quarters
Diary most droll
Undoubtedly, the tail will
Wagga the dogga
My City Gallery poetry reading?
You were quiet until it was ‘question time’
Then ranted about ‘The One’, inviting
The audience to, as it were, go forth
And multiply! Which I so richly
Deserved for my lame joke that the rhyme
For ‘death’ in Yeats’ epitaph
Was not really ‘breath’ but ‘meth’!
In brewery tones you confide in me
That you are known to the local gendarmes:
They cry out ‘Bob, Bob, heal thyself,
Come down from the cross of the Majestic Centre
The one with the post-post-modern crown of thorns’
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Iggy McGovern lives in Dublin, where he is Associate Professor of Physics at Trinity College; his poetry has appeared in Irish and international journals. His first collection, The King of Suburbia, was published by The Dedalus Press in 2005 and received both The Ireland Chair of Poetry Award and The Glen Dimplex New Writers’ Award for Poetry in 2006. He is currently visiting Australia as a Distinguished Fellow of The Institute for Advanced Study at La Trobe University in Melbourne.