Trojans, they are a brand of contraceptive in the US, 'Johnny Bags' they used to be called in the UK. I've never used one and I don't intend to.
TROJAN
I worked like a Trojan
In the belly of the wooden horse,
Where's Helen?
I tapped the typewriter keys
To produce lighter and lighter
Verse, I wasn't messin'
Exhausted by the lyrical effort
A pale Chopin, I didn't
Have a cigarette or a mention
In Poet's Corner,
Or Mount Parnassus,
Not even the Scottish Poetry Library
I would never see
The ancient city of Troy
Or shake hands with Leonard Cohen
No master song in my poems
But I rushed that citadel at last
With amazing power
You mandarins! You gatekeepers!
What's another Trojan Horse
Attack in your land?
WHISPERS OF THE HEART is artist and author J. Allen Wilson's second book of poetry.It can be autographed and shipped within 48 hours of order. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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