PS Cottier

This is a poem, not a listicle.

It tastes like leather.

If you listen you will soon note that it speaks bad French.

It has never been to France.

It bought cheap steroids in Bali.

It would like to contain the word 'roseate', but can't.

It read itself out loud just last week and was well received.

It just watched the film The Brain from Planet Arous.

It keeps reciting 'After I'm gone, your earth will be free to live out its miserable span of existence, as one of my satellites, and that's how it's going to be...'

It can't translate that into French.

This is a poem, not a listicle.

PS Cottier

A poem dating back to 2015, published here once before, which shows that I was watching too many old science fiction films! I will be posting newer, even new, work here again soon.

But first I have a launch of the book V8 (written by Sandra Renew and one PS Cottier) at Smiths, Alinga Street Civic on Monday 13th, 7pm. Sarah St Vincent Welch will launch the book, and there will also be an open mic before readings from the book. In case you’re wondering, V8 is about cars and other vehicles, and is a poetry collection published by Ginninderra Press.