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00327 Homage To John Ashbery
MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

00327 Homage To John Ashbery

Poem By Michael Shepherd

We drove downtown to see our neighbours;
none of them were home,
all that was underfoot was lost,
cathexis arrived early in a golden coach;
seems we weren’t welcome despite;
dear spit, the week is turning over.

Yes, I can see I am only in the where –
What does the loneliness in all this mean?
How can ‘rare earth’ be an element?
NB: what is here is certainly not there.
Sometimes I think it’s all one big affectation,
Every one has to grow up a little in their life.

My head ached from all those boulevards
rushing in to fill the unthinkable well;
outside under a slappy sky the leaves were right on:
it’s coming to a theatre near you.
Like all good things,
life tends to go on too long.

I'd like to write you about all this.

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Comments (1)

no matter if michael likes john ashbery or not, this poems contains a lot of great thoughts and truths. ulrike