Untitled Poem

Hi Keats
Who I read in the bath before a party
‘Beauty is truth
Truth beauty’

Ok
Four booth photos
Of the girl
I’m talking about
Photos that make me nervous scared
‘Take prisoner
The wild motion of mine eye’
Make me think
- And in a poster
By Kippenberger
(Pop Art)
(-ist)
For the Museum of Modern Art
San Fransicso
(I haven’t been)
It says
PUT YOUR EYE
IN YOUR MOUTH
So I do
(Eat truth)
(Or try to)

Now
Anyway
I’m on the bus
‘Don’t put your feet there mate ’s f’wet
The floor is for feet’
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Beautiful
Beautiful
‘Multitude … in transports … of joy’
Butcher (maybe called Martin’s) advertises
No
Sponsored by Lyca mobile
Dead girl in a tent indifferent
Black woman reading The Guardian and
Nice reading also the International
Section best for pictures
(Pictures look like you)
‘Don’t put your feet there’
Shaking his head he has a growth at
The back of his head
Smells of talc and piss
Christmas lights beauty
All beauty
In their way
And seminar leader says
(Flat hair)
There is no beauty in Jeff Koons
(Pop Art too)
Really
Beauty a girl I saw on TV
An artist
Photographing an extension cable
Hard that it is everywhere
This beauty
Impossible
To eat it all

But
When I think
Your eyes
Watching
Our last kiss
Train platform
Brief Encounter
Everything like
Something else
But windows dirty
But never mind
But our eyes
In our mouths
(Doesn’t sound like beauty now
But sounded like it then)

Maybe I haven’t been right
Or you
And this is
This release
And maybe
‘You’re not right in the head and nor am I
And this is why
This is why I like you’
(And maybe Morrissey)
And yes
Ok yes maybe
And maybe
‘The floor is for feet’
But maybe not for you
(The floor)
And maybe not for me