Five Poems

Problematique

I am mediating
Between
The world of my experience
And
The world of my dreams
But
English is the language of
Commerce
And
I have no mother tongue
To enspeech my soul


Pre-Raphaelite

She was a neo-Bohemian
She sold more than 50 copies
Of her Book Of Poems
I told her, I said
You have such beautiful tits
Oh fuck off she replied
Go and drink yourself Irish


A Paradox

The problem with being a good listener
Is that everyone calls you up
Wanting to talk about
Themselves


Rimbaud Breaks His Silence

Last night I begged Rimbaud
for the courage to be a poet
He sneered at me
Poured himself another glass
of that legendary
Boschendal Rouge 2000
Took off his hat
Took off his head
Scratched the empty spot
where his chin should have been
and he said
"Now look here son
This wine's not bad, but I've had better
And love's just a game you're bound to lose
Y'see any drunk doll will give you a doodle
But Poetry is always Bad News"
With this utterance Rimbaud gulped
down his wine
Placed his hat on the vacant lot
above his shoulders
Flew off through a gap in the curtains
Without so much as "adieu"
(He left his head on the table
Which I boiled up into a pretty tasty stew)


Advice For My Daughter

One night in the eyes
of a man who loves you
is worth more
than a lifetime
in the bank balance
of one who doesn’t

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