Martin has been interested in creative writing for a number of years, and originally wrote song lyrics in the margins of school work to memorize the words of the songs he was listening to and the poetry has grown from there. Martin has been influenced by the worlds of Roald Dahl and J.R.R. Tolkien, and the comedy word-play of Ronnie Barker, and also considered the rhythm and lyrics of the Rolling Stones, the Doors, Animal Collective and Radiohead. Recently Martin has been reading the poetry of the 1950's Beat movement, especially the work of Allen Ginsberg.
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Hanging Corners
Well that was a good social night been to youth club played table tennis had a dance at the disco jiving like Arthur Brown Then came out to cold wind feeling hungry for some food so to sacred chip shop with sirens smeltering spell frying fish and chips has caught me hook, salt and little vinegar and fulfilled stomachs yelping lot Martin Wilkes 2013 |
Lobby Hobby
Burt Swift was good fine man, but he had an obsession, to say His hobby was lobby Burt ate lobby for dinner an tea, and what was left Burt had for breakfast and supper An this drove Mrs Swift barmy mad Bert started to smell of lobby Even snoring Bert uttered lobby Mrs Swift thought enough is enough Time my Bert tried some other food A desert, a pasty, even some fruit So Mrs Swift hatched a plan Into Bert’s lobby went other food Apples, blueberries, pears, raspberries A fruit lobby was brewed Obviously no meat and no gravy Aan Mrs Swift served her gourmet dish Bert sat an stared an stuttered At boiled fruit concoction “but, but where’s my real lobby” “You’re hobby has gone to far, You'd sleep in lobby given chance” replied Mrs Swift “Time to taste other delights There’s Thai, curry and cake Have you never thought to fry or bake” Stunned was Bert, looking at his plate But ventured taste of fruit Bert scrunched and swill food in An expression came across Bert’s face Surprise from odd fruity delight “BY eck lass, is nice, is this” Mrs Swift had a wide smile Bert’s hobby was still lobby But now wasn’t every single meal. Martin Wilkes 2013 |