Post | Introduction/Poetry | Suffix To Say

Week 18 | Post | Contents

Tuesday | Poetry | Suffix To Say

Wednesday | Fiction | Where Have All The Postmodernists Gone? 

Friday | Chapbook | Afterwards, by Jamie Baxter

Post 9/11,

is it possible to post

anything resembling

a postulate without

posturing?

In this world of postal strikes

and lamp-post hangings

is there any point posting bail?

To be allowed to re-enter

…what?

Years after the last post,

when this poor planet’s

post-nuclear detonation

and some inquisitive alien

species floats over

to do the post-mortem

on the rubble, what

will they make of us?

In the postlapsarian age,

what will they make of this

post-Modern post?

Be gentle,

fickle posterity.

I am no imposter

(and have no repost).

I’ve no posterior motives

and have posed no threat.

I’ve no wish to postpone

the inevitable postcoital coyness.

I’m the post-op poster child

for the poseurs, post-dated

for posthumous obscurity.

What was I supposed to say?

My post-graduate was a posterized ploy

dreamt up by postilions and priests

– poorly signposted pratfalls.

Please, fresh postpartum parents

poised to provide,

practice your postprandial prayers

for the postmen,

who

won’t

knock

after

four.

Who was the last notch on your bed post?

Answers on a postcard.

-Phil Brown

Poetry Editor