Tom Blake
I have never trusted apples apples don’t inspire trust the world is green the world is red I have chopped up many a thing in my life some hard some soft I read the news through the window of a Radio Rentals in Luton town centre it was after an away game and not a good one we ran and we ran and I am seik at the heart an’ fain wid lie doun some beds are hard some soft I have chopped up cheese and apples apples I have never trusted right since the very start I saw an apple in the window of a Rediffusion it was in Northampton it was after an away game what a game we ran and we ran and we fought I saw an apple through the window and I thought Rediffusion is a funny name for anything I have never trusted anything I am seik at the heart an’ fain wid lie doun will you choose the red one or the green one will you run and run are you poishened or witched or hag-rod with apples apples I do not trust I do not trust cheese some is hard some is soft some I have seen through the window of a Rumbelows it was in Swindon town centre it was a home game a funny old game it was soft it was hard Rumbelows is a name I have never trusted I have never trusted the news will you choose the news it was a funny old game and I am poishened and I am seik at the heart an’ fain wid lie doun I have eaten from the apple from the apple I have drinked mostly you can choose though it is red or it is seik mostly you can choose it is run or it is home or it is green or poishened mostly though you can choose it is sma’ fishes or it is jolly Rumbelows it is a funny old name you can choose sma’ fishes black-backed an’ speckled bellies or you can mostly choose apples
Tom Blake is an author, poet and freelance music journalist living in the UK. He has had short stories published by 404Ink and Mono. His poetry pamphlet, Ƨ, was published in 2023 by Red Ceilings Press and his poems have appeared in various magazines including Anthropocene, The Frogmore Papers, Obsessed With Pipework and Smiths Knoll.
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