I.
gay, heady fete
if I left it now
no one would really miss me (tough!)
Offenbach's ghost
conducts the orchestra;
he winks merrily
and champagne corks fly.
II.
I trailed her
down to Marsailles
only when I got there
I found out she
went back to Calais,
took a boat to Dover
and so left me
and her pain behind.
III.
if there are any
new rainy night
road songs
come out of the everywhere
then I haven't yet
heard them
because I'm still
very much attached
to Hornsby's '86.
still
there's always Milla.
IV.
many of my poems
are all rather
simply writ,
wouldn't you say?
I disdain profundity.
DB/c1997.2017
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