Rhys Trimble
Rhys Trimble is a bilingual poet, drunkard and performer working in North Wales.
Born in 1977 in Livingstone Zambia and brought up in Gwent and Pontneddfechan in south Wales by baboons. Has published poetry in Poetry Wales, Tears in the Fence, Seventh Quarry, FIESTA, Coffee House Poetry, Aesthetica, Skald, other magazines. He has won a poetry competition for Cinnamon Press, CLOVES and his first collection comes out in 2010.
Recent work includes 'Dancing' with Zoë Skoulding and Alan Holmes on a track for Parking Non-Stop and self-published a chapbook: afanc e.p.with another to come entitled see-sun.
man down, a train poem
leaving manchester to chester
——man down
ragged, alone & in love with something——only
eloquent over short distances
the big manc steel
hypnosis of mirror nickeling
voices
plated against life
on wednesday/thursday border——winter hinter, no man’s land
quiescent pit—pit—pit
of pee-witticism
humour flood interstitionalised yer——by——yur
always been
manchester to chester
——man down.
prynhawn a lôn floesg
i pulled loose anthers scattered from my pocket
cofio bôd——ffroenu’r bore
for a lost someone
the hero, leaves with no goodbye
inimical stillness quiet sentences, aver eyes, no touch——horrors——
no service, txt
tunneling, feel rough
miss u & miss u
& miss u, lost ticket
& miss u
in the bath——the gutteral integuments of learning words
at a morning’s gritted hangover
so stricken with luck
manchester to chester
man down.
ts—ts—tscka———ts—ts—tscka———ts—ts—tscka——ts—
cows & fields in
shatterproof frames
deadthings——inflected action along
the kinetic chain
chipboard-grain gaps between the hours
papered and wrapped
‘the junction’
this stopped-place, Llandudno
ceasing to drift up to pieced victoriana
smokes——pace——platformer
back-to-train
-ing!
leaving manchester to chester
man down
eventually through my bag of shrunken heads
put on the first
nub chipped, chiral pregenitor
a face: the child somewhere
appendicised
come with
——uh
leave
——uh
embolden
——uh
fuck———
i walk home
ragged alone & in love with something——only
eloquent over the shorts
blinded by unfamiliar sun
manchester to chester
man down.
