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Anonymous Letter

I am who you don’t know but I know you.

I saw you through the keyhole too.

Be not afraid, I shall not spill the beans.

Do it yourself by all means.

Headlines in the paper inches high.

People will know your name before you die.

In the meantime carry on.

I’m watching you, I’m here, I’m gone.

Tich Ennis

27th December, 2017

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Prestige Project

This is my prestige project, I am what you see.

Are you another me?

To see means understand, I’ll let that pass.

I am trees, green grass.

It fails to pass my understanding why prestige projects exist.

I kissed a girl who never kissed.

You are on my list.

A monument to your own glory, hang the expense.

Does it make sense?

Your achievements speak for themselves, such as they are.

Who made a shooting star?

You are what you are.

I am ordinary, you are extraordinary.

Far be it from me to gild the lily.

This poem might become silly.

I am the Sun, the stars, the Earth, the flowers.

Holy hours.

I warned you this might happen, now you see.

Elvis sang now and then there’s a fool such as me.

And Hound Dog, Don’t Be Cruel, All Shook Up.

I love a simple flower, e.g. buttercup.

Now like a flower I shut up.

Tich Ennis

6th December, 2017

Clown

I wonder should I say hello or should I say goodbye?

I wonder should I laugh or should I cry?

I wonder should I live or should I die?

As long as I keep wondering at least I am not dead.

When young my mother called me to get out of bed.

Sleepwalk or talk?

Do I talk in my sleep? How would I know?

I could ask a girl I used to know.

Some guy said I made sense when I was drunk, I should write it down.

Would I listen to a clown?

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017

Rude Words

Rude words are concerned with bodily functions and parts and God’s name, the things we’re not to meant to say, why not?

It’s more or less all we’ve got.

Under your clothes you are completely naked, nude.

Is that rude?

Rude means common, what’s wrong with that, so is air.

Thank God it’s not rare.

Its there.

So we live and also why.

Maybe you’ll get sense before you die.

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017

Once

Once upon a time there was a man who had a wife of the opposite sex.

Perhaps he was old fashioned, he plundered gold off wrecks.

He never prayed a ship would go down but he said if they have bad luck let it be near here.

Along the rocky foreshore he walked and shed a tear.

Saying to himself, perhaps next year.

Its an ill wind that blows nobody good he said he was full of old sayings, he said a carpenter should cut wood.

Perhaps in the fullness of time this story will be understood.

I would if I could.

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, no that’s been said before.

I’ll stop before I bore.

Do you want more?

Tich Ennis

28th August, 2017

Today

Nothing new today so far, must I be your guiding star?

You are what you are.

Someday I might write a verse, unless I think of something worse.

So, put up with this.

Do you remember your first kiss?

Mine wasn’t much, oh never mind, second best, a love to find.

So wait and watch and hope and pray.

I’ll be along another day.

Tich Ennis

27th April, 2017

That Rat

I have done this but I haven’t done that,

I suppose I’ll have to go out, I smell a rat.

I once saw a live rat in a shop window beside a loaf of bread.

On the quays in Dublin, I suppose that rat is dead.

Another time a guy walking along the quays met a girl who asked him was he doing business at half past three.

So he said to me.

Or maybe it was half past one in the afternoon, he was surprised she was out so soon.

Not under the Moon.

Tich Ennis

24th March, 2017