Guest Poet Marc Fairbairn
ANSWERS ON A POSTCARD
(Written Edinburgh, Scotland, 8/20/1997, 12.35am)
A heartless soulless darkshaded anarchy
It steps on my feet and dents my toecaps
They were made of steel and built for thieving
But no pilferer of hearts am I
Though I stand naked before you
And you before me
You cut not into my soul
Not even when we perform our glorious Catholic damnation
Nor huddle in its warm afterglow
"You'd be better off without me"
Who said it?
Answers on a postcard.
Marc Fairbairn's Questions:
I'm trying to determine whether my work comes across as valid and
mature, or whether it simply seems juvenile and under-edited. I have
been writing poetry since the beginning of this year. Opinions, please?
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