15/06/2018

#amwriting #poem #poetry #sketchbook larkin

I was watching a bunch of women measure Larkin's
words, and enjoying how much he threatened them -
with the casual verb here, or laconic observation
at how a wrinkled cunt is best seen in the dark.
What a lark - and so unlike Keats, who coughs
it up for all to see, and we, can all say, spit
and move on.

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