of a pin and how many angels dance there?
From theological satire to twee wall stencil,
too generic to be John Waters kitsch.
'Blame your parents until you're thirty,’ he said,
‘but after forty, forget whining about anything.'
Men often reckon with childhood trauma
in their forties; too much matter-of-facting and
reacting and if they’re lucky a great terrible
moment of clarity.
Whine whine whine across all nights, fellas,
and if John waters objects he can eat dog shit.
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Ewen Glass (he/him) is a screenwriter and poet from Northern Ireland who lives with two dogs, a tortoise and a body of self-doubt; his poetry has appeared in the likes of Okay Donkey, Maudlin House, HAD, Poetry Scotland and One Art. Bluesky/X/IG: @ewenglass.
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