Nick Goodall
In public, poetry. Mostly.
A recent poem
"This is David Dunn"
Six months after David Dunn
Stacked cricket bats and golf clubs
Walking sticks and five or so
silent sticky radios
Not a man who drank in pubs
The remains of David, done.
Nothing much was left behind
Once the flocking carrion crows
Flew away with all that shone
leaving the condolence card
sent by his chiropodist,
by the photo of his bridge.
His study has been left untouched
By those who do not care at all
for civil engineering or
fading holiday souvenirs
"The Steel designer's manual"
"Out and about in Monmouthshire".
Sherington, May 2025
Next performances
The "That's enough showing off" Tour, Spring 2025
Er, nothing in the diary.
A bio, of sorts.
Nick Goodall has won innumerable prizes for his poetry, and his work is published widely.
Although almost entirely unknown to over eight billion people worldwide, his poems are known by only marginally fewer.
He considers paid-for competitions evil, draws a crowd, and is competitively priced.
His motto today is “Poems do not have to be profound, or long, and can be funny. Its okay”.
He recently ended a twenty-year relationship with Mark Zuckerberg and asks that you respect his privacy at this time.
Currently clean-shaven, he is apparently invisible, or at least, unrecognisable.