
Shearsman
52 |
Steven
Taylor
Two
Poems |
Utilitarianism
I retain
the tendency
to confuse value pluralism
with anthropological attitudes
and this makes
even my newest fiancée
grimace her orgasm
sceptical
about objective morality
as it might apply
when we are
together and talk
with our teeth
lengthways
nude in bed with light
slatted between American blinds
from moody films where words
and spent
passion provide a context
for when inevitably we double cross
while our cigarette smoke entwines
as a series
of cancerous afterthoughts
about fate, romantic love, and desire
and how your
commitment
might be measured out
from a Victorian water jug
that is already
more ornament than use
Requiem
Becoming
ill in summer
My father
would inevitably
Need his nasal cream:
Naseptin.
Later
Allopurinol
300mg
Morphine sulphate (liquid) 5ml
Diclovol 75mg
Voltarol 75mg
Morphine Sulphare 30mg
Catopric 25mg
Prepulsid 10mg
Bumentanide 1mg
Cyclizine 50mg
Praxilene 100mg
Oramorph Solution 5mg
When I counted
them
7 suits altogether
Striped, fine check and plain
A dark blue blazer with an RAF badge
A beautiful wool coat
Miscellaneous trousers
That might make you think he golfed
Which he didn’t. Shirts
Made from unnatural fabrics
Terylene
Polyester. Bri-nylon.
A jersey knit.
Even courtelle.
Odd for a
cotton worker
A cutter, which he was.
Copyright
© Steven Taylor, 2002.
| Steven
Taylor was born and brought up in Hyde, near Manchester,
and now lives in Kilburn, north London, as the English aspect of an
Irish household. His poems have appeared widely in magazines and journals
and he is currently assembling his first collection. |

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