To Stevie, with love

All poetry has to do is to make a strong communication. All the poet has to do is listen. The poet is not an important fellow. There will also be another poet. - Stevie Smith


There he was; the Irishman

washed up on an island

in Kentish Town Road.


Bottle in hand, swaying carefully

backwards and forth

raging against the World.


“You are all fecking liars!”

“All of youse.”

“I was better than you, once.”


All the while, the traffic passed him by

On both sides of the road

Not raging but drowning.

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