I was blind with triumph
so beguiled I had become
with my own espresso wit
an innate ability to plunder
knowing smiles from borderline
schizophrenic academics
how I made them look on
in ‘we know him’ wonderment
teased them with chosen words
spewing from my stubbly geyser
‘me’, I grinned, ‘me so clever’.
I know I am theirs now
high brow Fisher Price
‘you’ve got to meet this man,
virtually dragged up from the gutter’
where else will I get
such an introduction?
Even the girl who points her lashes at me
dragging her tongue on a safety car slow
circuit of her lips
wants me for what I’ve not done
ridden a horse
kept a job for over a year
fucked minor royalty
If you see me in a beret
kill me without conscience
don’t donate my organs to science
serve them in a pie
at a gastro pub.

Comments
Ewan | March 26, 2009 - 18:53
You so clever.
Really, really liked this poem. My favourite part is:
Even the girl who points her lashes at me
dragging her tongue on a safety car slow
circuit of her lips
but it all drips with a splendidly acid vitriol.
Ewan
barely black francis | March 27, 2009 - 08:51
Thanks Ewan. I wrote this some time ago and had forgoteen about it completely. Me actually fairly dumb!
barely black francis | March 30, 2009 - 09:09
forgoteen? me VERY dumb!