A review 'in verse' (& a fairly loose definition of verse too) of a poetry reading I gave some years ago to a receptive audience & fawning critic
'David Noone takes the stage
straight from a moody shadow
Irish booze ad,
all black hair and knee length serge coat
to share his "Wanting"
a rant on Plath's poetics
before spouting "Starless"
a coffee shop composition
poured out in a mid Atlantic
elasticated bass warble.
"Cigarettes and Coffee"
is the lengthy drawn out repetitive finale,
his ramble lip synch swirling look
drawn from a drunken cut price vein
of the James O'Broin school
his manner, all savant like and
devoid of embarrassment
much like
MC Benelux Philpad
preceding, with a few fag quit verses'
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