“Some Things I Like”
by Lemn Sissay
I like wrecks, I like ex-junkies, I like flunks and ex-flunkies, I like the way the career-less career, I like flat beer, I like people who tell half stories and forget the rest, I like people who make doodles in important written tests, I like being late. I like fate. I like the way teeth grate, I like laceless shoes cordless blues, I like the one-bar blues, I like buttonless coats and leaky boats, I like rubbish tips and bitten lips, I like yesterday’s toast, I like cold tea, I like reality, I like ashtrays, I write and like crap plays.
I like curtains that don’t quite shut, I like bread knives that don’t quite cut, I like rips in blue jeans, I like people who can’t say what they mean, I like spiders with no legs, pencils with no lead, Ants with no heads, worms that are half dead. I like holes, I like coffee cold. I like creases in neat folds. I like signs that just don’t know where they’re going, I like angry poems, I like the way you can’t pin down the sea. See.
