No one slept last night No one ? Even people who went to bed Sorry, but how do you know that? Because of the full moon As it happens, its full tonight It keeps people like us awake Without the moon the world is nothing I would…
About a year ago you came to my flat blind drunk And vomited on my carpet I cleaned your mess up almost immediately And therein lay my problem For I tried too hard with a more than savage detergent And it left a pale stain on the carpet It is not your vom That is…
My poems are better read in the open air So please do so without delay Or you will be banned from reading them at all I have returned from my college On my brand new pink bicycle Whilst I was there the title of Whitman’s Leaves of Grass Was explained to me It seems that…
Of late I have been touting my literary archive around some of the worlds most prestigious universities Most of them have told me to fuck off as my archive is of no interest to them They tell me that I have more chance of walking on the moon Than becoming a poet This has upset…
Julie wrote the poem Family of Colours which was attributed to me She wrote the poem in French but her grip of the language is lighter than mine Julie also used the pen name Agnes Denis Agnes Denis does not exist I suppose I should correct myself here as there are likely to be a…
Mon père a une chemise rouge Ma mère a une chemise verte Ma sœur a une chemise violette Mon frère a une chemise blanche Je ne possède pas de chemise Agnes Denis 2020
I woke up drunk in a field last summer And although I felt like shit I was able to appreciate the tender pink flowers That surrounded my sorry station How I admired the beauty of that lovely morning There were soft white clouds in the young sky And the sun had just emerged from the…
I always carry a book of your poems with me My sister is a philosopher But we do not communicate I have sent her a number of your books But I do not think that she reads them
