the mason's poem
it was so easy to bribe you with poems
it was so easy to take you home to my bed
but we waited six hundred miles
and twelve hours
for me to find out the obvious
you weighed fifty or sixty pounds more than you should have
but the bribe was for your mind
your thoughts
your opinions
none of which were overweight
later, when you sent illegible poems
with semi-dry roses
it was only then that you became fat
it was only when you sent me letters
with fat poems carrying fat tears
that would spill out of the envelope
onto my feet and then the floor
the midnight mice sputtering on the salt water puddles
and their coughing waking me from peaceful dreams
it was then that i found your immenseness unfavourable
and of course once awake i could never regain slumber
because i'd always roll to your side of the bed
where you had left your fat shadow
i've been trying to fill your side of the bed
with fat poems from your pen
but then the rustling of fat paper keeps me awake
it seems the only solution is for me too to become fat
i've already started by eating your memory
Copyright © michael dennis / Ordinary Press 1982
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