A Black Poets' Suit

I’d like a black poets’ suit

single breasted

poets’ uniform

a suit

& where would I acquire

the suit

I now desire?

Is there a specialist tailor

dressing

the bards of our nation

so similarly

selecting incorrectly

the size skilfully

artfully adding angst ridden

creases

Around the thighs

Shaping bulging pockets

As if a tome of verse

Had just been removed

and ensuring that the sleeves

Were roll-upable

For pub gigs

I’d like a poets suit

in black

well weathered from

earnest waiting

nay celebrating

rail sides in winter

& the last train home

I’d like some Doctor Martens

black & comfortable

for performing in

and neutral fashion wise

in the eyes

of those that look

beyond the book

And I’ll wear them

With my poets suit

My white(ish) shirt

& splendid spectacles

& not only

Will I look like a 'poet'

But I'll feel like one too

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