Director of Photography | UK & Canada
Tart Tatin
This giant toenail under the bed at
Hotel Tatin, Lamotte-Beuvron, 1880, Room 9
is not mine
its immense
must be 3 centimetres wide
Common sense
tells me a mature orangutan
boned his rangy orange paramour
and opened up his heaving hairy heart
then decided on a pedicure
before his next Parisian tart
tatin
tatin
tatin
3 sisters
all into cooking
all tarts
Down at the Fiddlers
for one the other night
they were asking me:
“Does your old Dutch still chew steak knives?”
I said “No, though she’s still a good sword-swallower.
She’s taken to chewing Scotch Eggs
and she spits the gristly bits
on the waxed parquet
which irks me.”
“Irks?”they said
I said “Yes I feel irked sometimes,
because my espadrilles skid
on minced rectal tissue.”
“How are the kids?”
they said by way of passing time
“They’re fine…just fine
just fine…”
