Even as I speak.*

(rob's 'homage' to Clive James)

The Book, from My Publisher, is now Available
And I am Chuffed.
I am here to launch Your book by the trailerful
But first note the Pristine White Marquee, yonder, stuffed
With my own Literary Masterpiece
Which You will recognize anon since thereupon
Emblazoned is my name in 96 Font
And within its covers
Works which span my career as the Ponte
Vecchio spans the Arno	Or like Meccano
The Mathematical Bridge across the Cam
Whence in My Cambridge Years I swam
Or took the Punt
Being as I am
A lazy count-
ryman of Yours.




The Book, from My Publisher, is now Available
And I am Stoked.
My Literary and Television Fame now unassailable
No longer yoked
To the Nation which gave me Birth
In '62 I pissed off from the Antipodes of Earth
From the Land of the Shadows
Falling Towards England with Germaine and Bobby Hughes
(So much more urbane than all of Yous..)
From the Sinking Ship, we fled, we Rats
(Though we prefer the term Ex-Pats)
But don't forget it was We who blazed the Trail
For Edna, Kylie and her sexy tail.


The Book, from My Publisher, is now Available
And Far Be It from Me to take the piss
Yet I feel that I would be remiss
Not to make just a mention, albeit cursory
Of Your little 28th Anniversary
Most of You can barely dream but to attain
The dizzy Heights of My Poetic Reign
But we All must suffer for Our Art
Of this I make no trite apology
You Little People, sparrows picking up my verbal crumbs
Must be content with One Poem in an Anthology


The Book, from My Publisher, is now Available
And I am Rapt.
Your little selection may well be saleable
But it is apt
That I should spend my  concise Flying Visit promoting My Latest Work,
A fat volume with an overstated wrapper
(Perhaps like Eminem?)
Nolite Desperare, My Nobodies:
Even a Great Man such as Myself had humble beginnings
O! The Irony of being a Republican living off Royalties, not thinning!
Even as I speak I am reposing 
Yet simultaneously composing a witty poem, a critical essay on a Russian poet and the lyric of a Rock song, overstated.

My Book, from my Publisher, is now Available
And I am sated.

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©rob walker 02. 03. 04.
(featured poem, Friendly Street website, March, 2004
sparrow in an airport, Friendly Street New Poets Ten, March 2005. )
* Any resemblance between characters in this work and actual persons, living, dead, or just puffing a bit, is purely coincidental.

 

 

 

 

 

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