Amazing,
when I got up this morning my long, unbrushed
white hair looked fine.
Mr Natural.
Haven’t emitted for two days either,
so I’m inclined to remain disrobed
like Arjuna in the room of courtesans,
not having yet;
but I have been posting some challenging poems –
particularly yesterday’s, the one about me as a naked roof lizard.
Why would you tell people these things about yourself?
I’d rather be entertained by a naked poet on the roof than be one.
But for me,
the self-liking that makes my limbs tingle and pricks me to perform
is the core of all poetry.
Best comment was Jim Griffin’s:
Be proud of your body, man.
Iggy Pop has to skip to walk.
Half a song, the shirt was off
and he was ghost-fucking a security guard.
