Colin Gee
Poems
La Diva La Diva Who is La Diva not you bathrobe between the legs in the shards of shattered mirror stuck in tufts of red shag but La Diva’s drink is intact crooked in it innit gossamer as an anapest what it’s worth to have learned what it …
For you Sam Sam calls it this human experiment I ripped off the phrase It features in the opening story of my book Which I sent to Sam Who read the entire goddamn thing No one else did that But he did He read it all Except for my Beowulf …