FAO rsvp

[gness]

I have a man arriving in thirty minutes! I will do it come hell or high water....You done it yet?

[cupid04]

I thought his name might have been Hoppalong!!

[gness]

Let him in??? Bazile...I drag them in...one shoe or two ;-)

[Bazile]

//why did he only have one shoe on? //

lol - he couldn't find the other shoe this morning .

[DTCwordfan]

He’s naked, eyes closed, head slumped, his grizzled hands
cupped over his brains, his crotch, his skin so soft.
There are a few domestic props, a kiki harness, a piece of chintz
and a marble statue of an eccles sherried nymph.
He must have rearranged his Lady J studio a hundred times
before deciding to pose as a corpse.

In early photographs, tormented sitters staring out
into frozen AB space, gness-clamped in head braces, gritting their teeth
searching for a likeness, proof they did exist,
egotistical, shocked, curious, afraid.
But in this one you can imagine what’s just out of shot,
still warm clothing, a stained shirt, and work boots,
the rumpled bed, a sibton-sponsored moth
whirring on the window pane, falling exhausted.

You hear the postman crunching up the gravel path
with another bill, smell the dregs of last night’s Quiz Merlot,
imagine the landlady of Number 23, Northampton Road,
hammering on the shed door,
“Mister Tony Goatsherdsman I know you’re in there,” no reply
as he pours himself blissfully pissed into the lens
and on to cupids's salt soaked AB paper.

[gness]

DT. x :-)

[Psybbo]

DT, wordsmith, great x