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PORTRAIT OF THE POET AS A FRUIT CAKE

by vincent-s-coster

I take deep breaths And plan a murder To kill the bird that flew Over the crow's nest On a summer night I feel the warmth Of the day not yet done The sound of laughter Is all around me This is cool- I say I find myself lying on a surgery table Holding an apple in my hand I throw it against the floor And landing there It bursts into a million Children of my mind Spreading into every Country on the planet I am the new master As my children grow and grow Still in rags I speak And throw my thoughts into a bin Their work is finished you see Still the sound of laughter Carries on around me Living is easy With your head In the clouds I saw- and still I hear The giggles and noises Of delightful romances being Born These should be mine But they are not mine Such things are little more than Mist or whispers Promises not yet realised My children sympathise And bringing me a woman To sit with me in the tall grass Together we shall Plan a life instead
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Dec 19, 2015
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From The Folk Hero Midget (2001) the first poetry collection by Vincent S. Coster. It is a largely psychedelic poem in the surreal mode. It is about the nature of writing poetry and the desire to write despite writer's block, which had taken hold of the poet as he sat in bed one night.

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