Two poems, Ben Macnair 

A poem about Christopher Walking

This is a poem about Christopher, walking,

because he doesn’t feel like driving.

He just needs some bread and some milk,

easy to carry in his on-ya bag.

I know that you are expecting this poem to

be about the Hollywood star Christopher Walken,

with his idiosyncratic way of speaking,

of dancing, and being in some classic films.

But no, this is just a poem about some bloke

called Christopher, going for a walk

because it is a nice day.

Cairo

We didn’t speak until Cairo,

I felt it rude to interrupt,

and he did seem to be having,

such a good time,

telling himself stories that 

no one else would believe.

Every sentence lasted ten minutes,

every paragraph was an hour,

every silence, a wasted opportunity

to shoehorn in another topic,

that wasn’t all about him.