william_kent
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here's a plastic basket of polyester tulips
plus a heart-shaped card that sings I LOVE YOU
don't recycle them please
be happy with my pound-store presents
I stink I'm pretty sweaty I've been walking
the whole damp night to get here
let me curl around your converse cat-like
and dream of our cherry-days
maybe I could put my head still burning
from the memory of your hubba bubba kisses
onto your broad chest just till I feel a bit better
perhaps grab some shut-eye while you doze off
I don't think you've linked to the poem in question thereits 12 lines. i dont think the length is the problem here
OH I SEE IT'S THIS ONEWrite a poem like the ones in Faber books. Get it printed in the Observer.
Ventriloquism. The tone of voice. Insipid. Neurasthenic. Faintly irritable.
MAKE A NAME FOR YOURSELF.
Begin by talking about poem-
The poem is
A cereal box, out of which, one might pull
A small, plastic toy.
Feel pleased with oneself, sip lemsip.
EKE OUT SLIGHT THEME,
A few lines, don’t try their patience.
End on deflated note,
Parp!
much better than the parody you are parodyingIt needs to be a sort of wry observation about middle-class life, surely.
My tousled haired son said daddy are you on tik tok?
I looked askance at the ticking tocking grandfather clock
Inherited from Father, still got boxes in the loft
Of his long forgotten stuff, one day I shall hand it on
To my mobile-minded offspring who'll probably sell it
On eBay the next day
It needs to be a sort of wry observation about middle-class life, surely.
My tousled haired son said daddy are you on tik tok?
I looked askance at the ticking tocking grandfather clock
Inherited from Father, still got boxes in the loft
Of his long forgotten stuff, one day I shall hand it on
To my mobile-minded offspring who'll probably sell it
On eBay the next day
Remember when I bought that book of poems about Greenfell and Luka laughed at me?
I should write a poem about it
see @catalog @poetix is much closer to the late larkin than @luke could or ever will beIN FUCKING CORNWALL
Nobody surely can dislike Cornwall
or think it a bad place, at all, to fuck.
I went there with a wife and toddler
and had the small child in the room all night
snoring delicately in a travel cot
and, cautious, did no fucking, so am plainly
envious of those who have a lot
of carefree fucking to get out of the way
before they can leave Cornwall and continue
to fuck at home, wherever that may be.
I agree with all this of course hence my confusion about it being published.note how flat it is tonally. what is said is so mundane that theres no force, no pressure, to twist and buckle
the language, this is for a number of reasons, partly of course becasue no one has emotions any more