Don’t go to the Nottingham Contemporary



don’t go to the Nottingham Contemporary
smash a fist in your face
drink your vomit

stare into a gutter
watch your life tumble into the gutter
don’t get up from the gutter don’t go don’t

don’t go the Nottingham Contemporary
fail under a more beautiful light
glue your poems to a skip glue your mouth shut

stare into this void Mr Baylis
all the words you write are worthless
and you, only you, are not welcome

here, here let us remove your coat
throw it to the blue rain jump on you
kick you spit on you sit on you

in front of a clapping crowd from county life

Mr Baylis here is your one consolation
you cannot come back to the Nottingham Contemporary.


Charlie Baylis
Illustration Nick Victor






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