O O O Polonius – by Daniel Roy Connelly

 

The miles I racked up for him did for me.
Cloud is a whale is a cloud is a whale is very like.
I gave birth to my kids mid-air – he was a lump,
she dropped out like the gentle rain from heaven –
nursed them with breasts that sprouted at six months.
Anything different is good.
They grew up calling me Polo behind my back,
how do I know? I’ve always had peep-holes everywhere.
How cut & thrust my life turned out.
I liked humility. We don’t live in humble times.
Remember when I stabbed myself with the fork?
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Jet diplomacy, Danish Air Force Two was on what I flew.
DAFT.
Have I been removed from the photo with Fortinbras,
I do not see myself there, can you bring it closer?
Mother & father as one was I, am I, I couldn’t
get a woman if I tried though all the girls loved me.
Me & me mum & me dad & me gran…
I was adored once too. I played Brutus,
it says so here in the playbook, look.
Between the acting of a…
Anything different is good.
The daisies out the window remind me of death
which shall have plenty of dominion over Norway
if I get my way, can you open the latch just a notch for me?
Has there been a dog in this room recently?
Between the acting of a…bugger,
it shall to the barber’s with my beard,
do you call me a plagiariser, good my lord?
      dreadful thing
& the first motion, all the interim is
like a phantasma, or a or a or a or a or a
hideous dream, that’s hideous in its hideousness
lessnesslessnesslessness.
Anything different is good.
Me & me mum & me dad & me gran…
Come any closer I’ll bite your arm & crouch behind the arras.
Me & me mum & me dad & me gran we’re off to Oslo zoo.
Me & me mum & me dad & me gran & a bucket of Danish poo.
Elsinore!
Elsinore!
Elsinore!            Elsinore!            Elsinore!
Elsinore!
Elsinore!
Elsinore!            Elsinore!            Elsinore!               Elsi!
I am being slowly surrounded by memories.
Is the show over?
Do                 I                 take                 my                 bowels                 now?
No hurry to answer, it’s a beautiful day out here in LA.
Anything different is good.
Cloud is a whale is a cloud is a whale is very like.

 

 

Daniel Roy Connelly was the winner of the 2014 Fermoy International Poetry Festival Prize, a finalist in the 2015 Aesthetica Magazine Creative Writing Prize and winner of the 2015 Cuirt New Writing Prize for poetry. Published widely, his poetry currently appears in The Moth, Acumen, and Critical Survey. He is a theatre director and professor of creative writing, English and theatre at John Cabot University and The American University of Rome.  www.danielroyconnelly.com

To the first to put on a VR headset and never come back – by Daniel Roy Connelly

 

You left behind a crowd of techies wearing fluorescent vests
rolling props to you across a foot-sensor floor
when you flew into a virtual panic, hoofed it through the door
mask intact, stumbling along the road, jerking horribly.
The team shares your PoV as you bang your brother’s wife
in the sparkling Jacuzzi on the roof of a villa by the sea.
You’ve now arrived at the tube station and as you reach in
your pocket for coins, she gives your balls a good rubbing
which sends you storming down the escalator, M-16 primed,
blowing squirty heads off alien forms, showing the world
this morning appears to be playing on your mind.
Twerking into an MTV beach party, you throw your hands
up to catch the butterflies at 9.30 on the Central Line,
parade Regent Street on the neck of a brontosaurus,
tourists with selfie sticks cluster round like you’re doing art.
Back in the studio the team loves the show, they lay down
their clipboards only to pick them up when you start to tire,
appear more confused than during the usual 3D adventures,
but then again you are suddenly starring in King Lear, howling
lumpenly to nothing in Trafalgar Square in a VR headset,
the focal point of the greatest spectacle ever seen,
all London staring at you on your knees reaching out dying
for everything passing, grasping tangible clumps of nothing.

 

 

 

Daniel Roy Connelly was the winner of the 2014 Fermoy International Poetry Festival Prize, a finalist in the 2015 Aesthetica Magazine Creative Writing Prize and winner of the 2015 Cuirt New Writing Prize for poetry. Published widely, his poetry currently appears in The Moth, Acumen, and Critical Survey. He is a theatre director and professor of creative writing, English and theatre at John Cabot University and The American University of Rome.  www.danielroyconnelly.com

Sometimes a repressed sexual urge is just a repressed sexual urge – by Daniel Roy Connelly

 

Now you are enjoying a banana in front of me.
The entire day with you has been a challenge.
You finish eating the banana and light a big cigar.
I have never seen a woman smoke a big cigar.
From behind a broad exhalation you begin
to tell me about the time you were on the
16.38 from King’s Cross to Cambridge;
the train got stuck in a tunnel for 71 minutes;
all the lights went out and a musty heat arose
around your excitable carriage. I am still finding it hard

to relax in your company
so I bring the conversation
round to Ferraris and what they
can do from a standing start. You zip off
to the bathroom only to reappear from the kitchen
with toads-in-holes, white sauce and delicately sliced baps.

I twice fail to light the tall centrepiece, the match heads snap-
ping off in my fingers while you grind the pepper-pot, eyeing me
like the new lady members do at Wednesday evening batting practice.
Restless is not the word for it but can’t put my finger on it, or properly get to grips.
At least I can look forward to the meal which commences with you staring at my lips.

 

 

 

Daniel Roy Connelly was the winner of the 2014 Fermoy International Poetry Festival Prize, a finalist in the 2015 Aesthetica Magazine Creative Writing Prize and winner of the 2015 Cuirt New Writing Prize for poetry. Published widely, his poetry currently appears in The Moth, Acumen, and Critical Survey. He is a theatre director and professor of creative writing, English and theatre at John Cabot University and The American University of Rome.  www.danielroyconnelly.com