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CLASSY

CLASSY

this poem
too classy for you

then put on your
tailcoat and spats
go total J
Alfred

rising (for Christ’s
sake) to
the occasion

how that other resurrection
god laughed when
I told him how
she had
classified me

as white liberal poet
(the white
of her petticoat
itself
   somewhat showing)

insisting on an audience
and that Greek god of flowers
rolling in the aisles

is this what
she called you, this your
bestowed appellation

my little mortal
chaos monster

my faithful
blood drinking accolyte

got you so wrong
my head seems to want
to dislocate
   fly off at a
tangent

bringing the stars
down with me

crashing the server

my death
    adding to your poem
making it
a classic

bringing a volcanic beauty
to this stale drab night

as he whose
      words both doomed
and destined to prevail

stirs the cocktail
      from a safe distance

a more ferocious catalyst
yet to be born,
    we have yet to see

A CLUEDO (HAVEN’T GOT)

A CLUEDO (HAVEN’T GOT)

deduced it in no
time

saw it clearly it was
either Plum that went
shapeshifter
      eliding, gliding
between
the kitchen (pots
still greasy)
               and the games room

turning up at the table
through
     the fourth wall

or could be
Mustard, that die-
hard Imperialist with the
old Western front Vickers
water
     -cooled machine gun

defending the pantry against
whatever
       latest horde of savages

took out Ms Scarlett  and
Ms White

ebony and ivory in
their delightful negligees

wandering aimless into
his line of sight
             in persuance of
their tryst

or Green could have done it
C of E but some old Catholicism
at root there

         adding a twist of hemlock
to that holy wine
(cardinal
   not working out, we’ll
smoke that
one out
               bring in another)

or someone in the garage
with rolls royce style
handy wrench

           call murder murder
a spade a spade

a wrench a bloody brain-
fragment spattered wrench

and me
    with my candle card yet again

with
such bad eyesight
     cannot make out a thing