Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Zoë Fiander: The Lover of the Last Barman Poet

The world's last barman poet
who mixes like Mephisto
has corrupted me with pisco.

He has stuck me in his slammer
and with his velvet hammer
he has nailed me to his heart.

God, if you've seen the sliver
still remaining of my liver
then could you let me know?

-Zoë Fiander

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