I was drinking my pint in the pub just now when this poem jumped into
my head. I dont think it is very good.
Trauma
I stand a failure.
The barbarian at the foot of the citadel,
Ignorant of Adorno, Derrida, Deleuze,
`The New Left Review'.
It is absurd.
She took twenty years out of my life.
Now I am old. Desperate for Viagra.
I think I will moan
In the coffers of the galaxy.
It is absurd.
There are three hours to Happy Hour
In the Livingstone pub
And I will have to sweat out each one of them.
Give us some genius.
It is absurd.
Festival and incantations.
It is too hot to think.
Perhaps some great event for me
Will occur between now and my death.
It is absurd.
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