Crispin Best



you have no idea
of the distances i would travel
just to disappoint you

i will even wear a fashionable shoe
my god
just watch me
and another? i ask
go ahead you say
and another?
no that’s too many shoes

we shout
we throw bits of the forest at the forest
we walk

the so-called trees and the sky
a so-called kite and a cloud
my god
the so-called sky but first the trees

if you hold my hand
hold my hand
it could even rain

a walk in the wet leaves

my so-called shoe comes off in the mud

my god these yellow socks

i love them
CRISPIN BEST lives in London and at

Read more by Crispin Best:

Two poems at The Quietus
Two poems in Hilda
One poem in Poems in Which