Ken Bolton / September Poems / 7.
7  (‘Naphtha’)
Bullwinkle—
& classicism,
gravity & the
inane. As
the poet said
“I am ashamed
of my century—
but I have to laugh”
8  (Pronto)
The phone rings …
—again!—
which gingerly I pick up
press the correct button,
it turns out, & Anna’s voice says,
Hi.
“Where is Mum?”
Gelati, I say,
probably in the square
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7  (‘Naphtha’)
Bullwinkle—
& classicism,
gravity & the
inane. As
the poet said
“I am ashamed
of my century—
but I have to laugh”
8  (Pronto)
The phone rings …
—again!—
which gingerly I pick up
press the correct button,
it turns out, & Anna’s voice says,
Hi.
“Where is Mum?”
Gelati, I say,
probably in the square