Sonnet № 152604
Foie Gras
Ring damn you ring and let it be
Some telesales rep or marketeer
And let me pick up the funnel and pour
My warm scorn into their captive ear
Until they burst or I burst first.
I'm grey before my day and lumpen from fear
That I'll never again strike the winning runs
Or shag the blonde I once lived near.
There's me and my office and the filleted men
Who work for me, shrink from me, call me their friend
And the blank night sky where there once was a screen
For the playing and playing of favourite dreams
There's me and my office and the pulsing release
Of the torture of geese.
5 comments
Love the torture of geese. Glorious.
what i get from this is a lonely businessman, pining for his youth with drive-in theatres, sports victories, and of course, shagging. all the trappings of success without any real substance.
didnt quite get the torture of geese unless it is a reference to hearing a novice playing bagpipes.
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