My Five Gentlemen

Prostitutes have clients, wives have husbands,
Poets, you will understand, have editors.
A medieval saint had lice which quietly left him
As his body cooled, their sustenance removed from them.
 
I have my five gentlemen, one of whom really was
A gentle man, courteous and kind, his rejection slips
Even appeared to be some kind of acceptance,
His face never seen, his [...]

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Consumers

Ask me if I ever liked
small talk, chit-chat,
the smell of a new car,
the fat freezers lingering
like over-weight virgins
in shadowy garages.
I have to say no.
*
Ask me if I ever liked
the long silence, full
of thoughtful emptiness,
the bruised smell of geranium leaves,
the thin edges of poverty
like sides to middle sheets,
thin and anorexic.
I have to say yes.
*
Standing in Trafalgar [...]

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