ANASTASIA KIMM

Egg Punk

Don't fuck with me

I've got nineteen teeth

(and they're not even mine)

I've got slapstick

feeling and ripped

back-

I've got a rhythm

of sickness

and two

dead cats.

War I love you:

I've learnt to accept

the bomb,

and now it's kind of fun.

I've got different

ideas for what society

should be

and I promise you-

none of them involve

communism,

mostly just

sitting in bed

and drinking

natural wines-

what I've done

to myself,

with the organics

and the greenery

I even quit smoking

(it's nuts how bored you get of it,

though I think I may be

the boring one now)

Lenin I love you,

it's a shame what they've done

to your country

I have a statue of you

in my room-

it's a bit of a nightmare

because it takes up all the space

and I have to sleep

on the floor

I don't mind,

if I get to stay by you, Lenin,

and stroke your feet

in pure, filthy

ecstasy;

I've got knives on both sides,

I've got tears (in both eyes),

I've got blood on my hands

I've got no rhyme in this line (sorry)

What would I do without the bolsheviks!

I met them in the square

quite a few many odd years ago

where I got shot

with the bullet

that has never dislodged itself-

I met you in a TV ad,

they auctioned you off,

American programme style,

twenty one twenty two twenty

three,

I paid a fifty three thousand

for you

(which could've gone to my mortgage)

I want you in prison with me;

we can hold hands in

lesbian repartee-

I will have been arrested

for my criminally poor

chess playing

–and losing all my money

in the casino

(an extra year

for playing Radiohead

on the jukebox)

I am thirst personified,

I've got a giant bottle

of diet coke,

and I drink it like it's water.

Take heed, young gentlemen!

I flop like a

3D water model

and fuck

like a woman

who likes women.

Where was I in the 80's?

Undead, at a punk gig,

I had released myself

all over the place,

and no that doesn't mean

anything at all.

Where was I last week?

If I knew I'd tell you,

I can scarcely remember

myself,

and that's because it's not important.

Nothing's important!

It all means absolutely

fuck all

It's about as satisfactory

as a warm foamy pint

what you make of yourself-

and I do apologise,

I really do,

that you're looking for meaning

where there is none;

I've spent twenty minutes writing this

and it literally means

Anastasia Kimm is a third year creative writing student based in Nottingham. In her free time, she likes to listen to a variety of depressing music, go on late night walks, and cry over expensive wine.