Today we have two short poems from the Edinburgh-based poet and writer Richard Livermore who is also the mastermind behind Chanticleer Press which published a print journal Chanticleer and then its digital successor Ol’ Chanty. These are very recent poems that come out of our fractious times but also show Richard’s interest in Surrealism and fractured discourse.
is one huge
– which is why
we must find
an alternative one
rules and the laws
no longer apply.
Anything You Say May Be Taken Down
And Used In Evidence Against You
Only the moon has the right
to stay silent. The wind has
to whistle for that’s what you do
when you’re lost in the dark,
echo-locating moths on the wing
as they fly through the night
unaware that their fate
depends on a bounce that only
the bats in the belfry can hear.