The editor considers Pope pass├®,
and is postmodern about shopping lists.
ÔÇ£Stick to Sauternes, ProseccoÔÇÖs far too gassy.ÔÇØ
She grips my elbow with a tiny fist.
ÔÇ£The fashionÔÇÖs not for polished, mannered wit.
The ossuaryÔÇÖs sediments of slimeÔÇö
think Heaney, Hughes, subjective feel. Think shit
and squirt it out, jarringly, and unrhymed.ÔÇØ
She leaves me worrying about my voice:
a cleverclogs in thrall to formalism,
a meter maid, cuckold of my own choice,
vas deferens for watery old jism.
I thank the oracle for her advice,
and help myself to orange juice and ice.
Originally published by Clementine Unbound
From: Sonnets, Mostly Bristolian
Published in: Clementine Unbound