16/03/2015

#poem #poetry #amwriting #siren

Cyrano's Siren Song

beer sudded glasses mark out the competition
as each new reading provokes paper cuts rustling

eating sandwiches in the park suicide breasts
a confused phone call an earthquake in chile

then she speaks

heads nod looking for pre-witted response
but what she says is not for the group but I

semi hard the guardian readers turn on her
to explain this line and that image this position

that turn of phrase

she sips hoegaarden drinking in the herbs
that contradict my hoppy blonde pale rider

they chastise her for weakness of stereotype
I see the steel in her eye and know I am wooed

wood am I

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