a thirtieth new poem...'dutton'

Chris Dutton

Chris Dutton

Christ, Dutton!

How did you

Get to be thirty?

Chris Dutton

Chris Dutton

Christ, Dutton!

How on earth did

You reach this age?

When you were

Cabbaged on booze

With sick on your shoes,

I never thought I’d

Write these words

On this page.

Chris Dutton

Chris Dutton

Christ, Dutton!

How, why did you

Get to be thirty?

Chris Dutton

Chris Dutton

Christ, Dutton!

How the hell did

You make it all this way?

When you crapped

On a beggar after

Too many Stellas,

I never dreamed

You’d ever live

‘til today.

Chris Dutton

Chris Dutton

Christ, Dutton!

Pray how did you

Stagger to thirty?

Chris Dutton

Chris Dutton

Christ, Dutton!

How is it

You reached this age?

When you were

Poleaxed on prozac

Hangin’ out of your

Arse crack,

I never imagined I’d

Have a poem
To gauge.

Chris Dutton

Chris Dutton

Christ, Dutton!

Please tell me how you

Got to be thirty?

Chris Dutton

Chris Dutton

Christ, Dutton!

How the Dickens did

You make it all this way?

When you didn’t

Appear a full three

Days at New Year,

I never guessed

You’d ever stay alive

Until today.