'Vincent Van Go...! '
he coughed.
'Why can't anyone pronounce
my name properly! '
Vincent
had come to tea
outstaying
his stay
and now in
drunken Shakespearean
proclaims
grinning from ear to ear.
'Fiends, no mans, contrary men
lend me your ear or
at least a fiver! '
'Ha! Ha! Ha! '
he guffawed
and was gone.
Out for the count
sprawled across the sofa
a trickle of green
vomit
adding an almost lurid sureal
touch of colour.
The absinthe
makes me wonder.
'Living with genius is
bloody murder! '
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-with-genius-2/
