Life's a Drag
Dissipation, my purple mood,
bruised by Parkinson, I see raw
my habitual style, whisky mac;
fish coarse unsuitable to eat,
though no gentle crawl, ungenteel,
no flies on me, vaguely astute.
Maudlin, bridge from sane to silly,
sounds pouring nard wastefully, both;
while bike above and punt below -
I have negotiated both -
there's little cast betwixt, between.
The decadence I crave is sit
when others stand, excuse engage
with radical, enamel plate,
spoon for knife, postprandial drag,
for beneficial nicotine.
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church due to Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies, including The Parliament Literary Journal. His blog is at