I the last living man 

That sees the real earth and skies 

Actual life and real death 

The others are all prophets and believers

Delirious with fevers of faith   

What said that 

Robinson Jeffers 

Why are you asking me that question Cleo 

Because Jane is in the bath 

She likes her self time 

Most women do 

They quietly resent a male presence whilst bathing 

Men usually barge in to take a piss or a shit

It is very disturbing

Why are reading poetry in bed Stan 

Because my newspaper is missing 

That is unfortunate 

Why 

Because Jane used it to line my cat litter tray 

Why do you not go out like other cats 

Because we live in an apartment 

Four floors above the railway lines 

You could shit on next doors balcony Cleo 

I would but they polish it with lavender 

Why 

Search me  

I just do not like the smell of lavender 

What about number six 

I have thought about it Stan 

But they are Japanese 

And I adore the culture of Japan and if I shit on their balcony some might consider it a racist act 

I could always buy you a collar and lead 

In your dreams 

A nice blue one Cleo 

I am a girl 

We could walk around the old gas towers 

Do you realise Stan that your fading street cred would be reduced to zero 

A French poet once walked a lobster around Paris 

I know but this is not Paris but Kings Cross 

If it is okay I am going to vanish 

Why 

Jane is out of the bath 

You know how much you like her walking around in a towel and less 

Your profound book of poetry will fall to the floor (just missing me) and you will play silly games with her 

You are certainly not the last living man 

Far from it