Dean Whitbread

usefully imaginative since 1984 
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Please Come

Please come to my party
The one that's in my head
Where lovelet waves are lapping
And everyone is fed

Please come to my disco
The one that's in my feet
Where shimmies, grinds and pirhouettes
Spill out onto the street

Please come to my picnic, we'll eat
Falafels in the park
Champagne, liqueur and strawberries
Play frisbies in the dark

Please come to my private view
A major retrospective
Where critics rush to fawn and gush
Irrational perspectives

Please come to my screening
The movie of my life
Where girlfriends past remember me
Fondly to my wife

Comments (1)

Jun 06, 2010
Nice one. This reminds me a little of a poem called My Boat by Raymond Carver (I think).

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