Outside the CPN’s Office


Fleetwood’s new medical centre
Is corporate, shiny and clean.
It doesn’t yet stink of old nappies,
But instead there’s a faint smell of Sheen.
My CPN’s office is on the first floor, away from the crush of the ill.
It’s like waiting to see the headmaster up here – sort of nervously quiet and still.
The mezzanine scowls on the foyer below, full of children and needle-tracked whales.
It’s a balcony daring the mentally ill to chuck themselves over its rails.
Aim it right they could flatten a sticky-cheeked kid in a bomb-blast of chocolate and joints,
And with study they might even take out a skank for additional free bonus points.

6 responses to “Outside the CPN’s Office

  • iODyne

    (do you not want to grab that architect by the throat and shake him over that mezzanine? wtf was he thinking. a 2-storey mezzanine is part of a local oncology centre just open at huge cost by UNthinking eejits)

    Sublime verse Your Hughesship.
    On the behalf of all your blogosphere I confer on you the enduring accolade in perpetuity – Poet Blogaureate (infinite esteem, infinitesimal remuneration).

    • Brian Hughes

      A title that carries infinitely more weight, Annie, than the usual laureate, because it doesn’t have any connection to the royal family. (I’ve always wondered which one of them chooses the laureate, seeing as none of them look as though they’ve ever read, or at least appreciated, a poem in their lives.)

  • Jo

    This did make me giggle.

  • helenvalentina

    LOL – classic – you truly are one of the wittiest writers around!! Loved it!! 🙂

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