Faust...In Canning Town(For My Old Pal Al) Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Faust...In Canning Town(For My Old Pal Al)
Christ...in Heaven!
Isn’t it always the same?
You wait all your life
for one
succubus
to come
along
& then three
come together!
Bloody Hell...now 69
succubuses(succubi?)
all at once.
Well, I’ll be...damned!
Is this the...
bus that
goes to Canning Town
to pick up a bus
to City Airport?
The bus driver smiles
a Mephistophelean smile.
Three little devils at the bus stop
(proud of their ASBO’s)
bellow: “Here…wot you doin’ in
our manor! ”
“Michael Faust.”
“Will passenger Michael Faust
please go to gate 68
where Flight of fancy
beyond the realms of imagination
is...closing.”
“Micheal Faust...Michael Faust!
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4/19/2024 7:19:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great flight of fancy, Dónall - and a revenge-write, I believe!