Throw enough mud, they said,
and some of it will stick to the wall.
The wall? Why didn’t I think of that?
I’ve been throwing mud at nothing
in particular. And now they tell me,
now, when I have filthy hands
and a clean wall. My apologies.
Mind your fingers turning the page.
Al McClimens is a Sheffield-based writer who is old enough to know better. An unemployed waster, Scrabble fan and lapsed socialist, he reads a novel a week and writes a poem a day. His literary ambition is to replace Don ‘Dundee’ Paterson as UK sonnet king.