Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










I can’t abide copulation

the way you have to take off minimum some
of your clothes
or at least undo them or push them to one side

and then you have to lay the groundwork

before you go at it piecemeal

it’s as though the whole shebang was rubber stamped
and time honoured or something

the way you then have to insist and insist
and reiterate again and again your serious point
until the cows come home

and then go out again

and then come home again

it’s as if you’d both done coke or something

 

on and on repeating the same thing over and over
coming at the same knotty problem from all sorts of angles

it’s like you were both searching for something

some just out of reach bon mot

 

← Mark Waldron