I went to bed with Charles Bukowski and
Tomas Tranströmer last night.
Bukowski was scrabbling around the floor naked,
balls swinging as he hunted screws from the lock
he had attempted to fix.
Tranströmer was waking in the back of his car,
in horror: his name had gone.
He waited wide-eyed for it to come back to him
like a village re-appearing from mist.
Someone online has been standing up for Bukowski’s
lack of polish: he did things
then he wrote poems.
Tranströmer had the Nobel Prize on his mantelpiece
and played piano with his one, good hand.
His eyes were blue frost.
I sit in a cemetery to escape the city
relentlessly remaking itself
to wonder what it might mean to have slept
with these two men in my head.
One young magpie drops expertly onto a grave,
levers its tail to squirt a blob
of white onto a plot. Tonight
I will go to bed with Russell Edson and Louise Glück.
Graham Clifford’s most recent collection, Well, is published by Against The Grain. He has a MA in creative writing from UEA and is a Head teacher. www.grahamcliffordpoet.com
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