Ben Wadham
 
Born 1979 Edinburgh, Scotland. Grew up in East Anglia, Glasgow and Renfrew. 
Currently living in Newcastle upon Tyne. Worked in factories, kitchens and offices. 
Began writing aged fifteen.
 


INFIRMARYM

Doctor Diablo, nursery screams
Packaging, pill pots and hospital dreams,
Blade attack, cardiac, hooligan hoards,
Echoing pipes in emergency wards.

Chris Kleptomania, Jackie Distraction
Susannah Skitz and Eliza Impaction,
Well oiled wheelery, porter perfection
Stolid cerebral brain infection.

Hot haemophiliac raggedy blister,
Matriarch (married) maternity sister
Latin lobotomy, paper hats
Inspiral operative surgery spats.

Kidney stoned chamber pots Health Education;
Politic NHS bane of the nation,
Government cash for sleaze bloody furore,
Patient and penitent beautiful cure.



DAWNLY STREET

It sings, the jilted kettle
Spits more at Mr. Macaw, Man-Next-Door
Who, crushed in Malaya under colonial jackboots
Seeks seroxat sugar drunk in the small hours,
As a consequence.

It sings the hour when, round at the Sikh’s
The bulky fridge whispers The Koran;
Its thinks I am listening but I void it,
And the steady throb of the milk float
Humming murder murder murder.

It hums the milk float murder
As the butcher’s boy lugs the bulky deadbeasts through
The spilt sawdust of the shop,
He swigs coffee in the back as a consequence.

It sings, a dub beat Dawnly Street,
Kettle, jackboots, murder, meat.



HAPPY HOUR

Shug came in at six o clock n drank a pint of heavy
Then George McQueen and Alfred Tait
(Whin folk began tae tak the gate
Aw steamin’ pished n ootay state
N rubber legged unsteady)
Sat ben the lounge wi’ Love N Hate
Wi’ pipes n’ crisps n’ bevy.

Seid Hate tae Love ah’ve hud enuff
Ay blood n’ guts n’ chibbin’
In Kelvingrove ah saw sum trees
Aw tied wi’ yellow ribbon.
Seid George McQueen Ah ken they trees
Ma dog forsakes them whin he pees
(Fuck me seid Alf Ah’m guannae sneeze)
Seid Love, Hate ye’re forgiven.
We’ll swally drink n’ spread disease
N’ make oor way tae hivven.