Dec 21
A Poem For Gregory (1993)
My wonderful friend and talented comic-book artist Gregory Mackay recently sent me a copy of a poem I wrote to him in the back of a Speech Night program in 1993. We were both about 18 years old.
The poem is terrible. Obviously. And the handwriting is childish. And I can’t spell “Bar Mitzvah”.
A Poem For Gregory
As the air makes itself known
To my soul’s colon, I am to moan
And make nonsense of something
So tangible. My teenage angst brings
Its usual wave of pubescent apathy.
What is apathy anyway?
I don’t care.
As I lie still in my wall to wall
Fleshpot, I become brilliant. So all
My life is at an end – except the
Unending bits. And I will try to be
The salt on your fish fingers forever.
The pork at your bar mitzvah – never.
Fuck you all
1/12/93
James Hazelden