Quantum Ken
written by: Jim Murdoch
My friend Ken is both
real and imaginary
at the same time.
Inside my head
he’s illusive,
outside, elusive
and I often struggle to visualise
what Real Len’s life might be like.
I know there’s a cat and a brolly.
Trouble is, Imaginary Ken has a
cat and a brolly too, although
probably a different cat and brolly.
Also, it doesn’t help when both Kens
harp on about past and possible Kens
and the Kens they wish they’d been.
That said, I wouldn’t
buy a used car
from any of them.
Shifty eyes.
Jim Murdoch grew up in the heart of Burns Country in Scotland. Poetry, for him, was about irrelevance—daffodils, vagabonds and babbling brooks—until one day in 1973 he read Larkin's 'Mr Bleaney' and felt as if the scales had fallen from his eyes. How could something so... so seemingly unpoetic be poetry? He aimed to find out.
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