Rehan Qayoom

by Horror Sleaze Trash on March 29, 2016


Rehan Qayoom is a poet of English and Urdu, editor, translator and archivist, educated at Birkbeck College, University of London. He has featured in numerous literary publications and performed his work internationally. He is the author of About Time and other books.

Beside the Seaside


I asked “What would you be for me?”

“The Night-Mare Life-in-Death” said she

Pebble-gobbed Demosthenes

Couldn’t speak for want of ease

Now when all is hocus-pocus

People have no sense of focus

They cannot know from where they are

A plug-&-play particular

Ronalida Rallicut’s conspicuous eye

And I: solidify

For the stinkier the cheese is

Obviously, the more it pleases

Like dank, sooty, old and cracky

Windows of a blacking factory

Sometimes lying alone in bed’s

Like you’ve got 10000 heads

Lion-chested Postman Pats

Lost their lilly-breasted cats

Wandering wandering silently

Silently write poetry


Stranded lonely on the Strand

I reach out for your absent hand

Like a shy precocious child

You, the fiery redhead, wild

Onto the bridge at Waterloo

I pledge myself over to you

In such hours of content

Musing on ourselves we went

Let us lovingly let the sands

Of time flow lovingly through our hands

What you do and what you see

It’s all poetry to me

‘Poetry Me, Poetry you’

That is all we say or do

A poet can but hope to be

Secular to society

Now the sun and now the rain

Always let me down again

Though it’s raining pitter-patter

Only rain, it doesn’t matter

Tum ti tum ti tum ti tum

The meter’s going to make me come

In your mirror I dissed myself

Trousers like I’ve pissed myself

Oh emancipated hearts

Struck by Cupid’s naughty darts



Previous post:

Next post: