2 Baz poems

Baz and the Impersonal Theory

My fist is just a vessel

Through  which my anger passes

But is untouched by it.

What like T.S.Eliot?, I ask.

Didn’t he write

That musical ‘Cats?’

He replies.

Well yes…or at least…

So did he not like cats?

Well yes… I guess so

A bit anthropomorphic…Cats…

He raises a quizzical eyebrow

Which indicates he is very proud

That he has used that word.

A bit, I hesitantly reply

Especially Elaine Paige.

Baz pulls up the golden bough

and uses it as a back scratcher.

Baz and the Seventh Doctor

In the toilet of the bar

That used to be a mosque

Next to the Theatre that used

To be good.

The actor that

Used to be the

Seventh doctor

Taking a piss

After taking the piss

In a farce on a stage.

And Baz gleefully

Returning to his seat

After the briefest

Of exchanges.

What did you say to him?

We asked.

I asked him about

Time and Relative dimensions

He smirked,

I always thought the Doctor’s penis

Would be bigger on the inside than out

But that has proved to be a phallacy.