Vol. 40 No. 1 1973 - page 31

POEMS
Edwin Brock
POSE ONE
Often I dream
of shit in a tiled
urinal an institutional
urinal of walking
in it in bare feet
of sitting in it
of shit which will not
flush away because
every outlet is blocked
with the ooze of a
hundred bowels
and the torn remnants
of a hundred newspapers
those mornings my bath
stinks of Dettol
and every square inch
of my fat flesh
is indecent with
Wrights Coal Tar soap
I breakfast with Ravel
Debussy Cesar Franck
clean my teeth with
Beethoven and Bach
and take each sound to
prick tears