Of late I have been touting my literary archive around some of the worlds most prestigious universities
Most of them have told me to fuck off as my archive is of no interest to them
They tell me that I have more chance of walking on the moon
Than becoming a poet
This has upset me
As poetry is my life
I consider that I am a good poet
Who is of yet undiscovered
They disagree and state that I am a sad wanker who works in Pound Land
Who thinks he is the best poet since TSE or his beloved GMH
A college in Sri Lanka did contact me
But they were more interested in my novelty carrier bag that the literary contents
They were grateful for the carrier bag and have named their outside latrines after me
This obviously pissed me off but deep down I was honoured
I am aware that my poetry will never be recognised and am beginning to accept this fact
But my letters are different as if read they identify me and if you acknowledge this
Then you will understand my poetry
My mother understands my poetry but pretends not to
My father is dead and does not have an opinion
And I know that my sister Julie likes my work although she is quite blind
Which for the time being is enough for me
But when I am rich enough I will take a cruise to America
And jump into the Gulf of Mexico as HC did many years ago
PS – I today received a cheque for $10 from Princetown – I was so exited – but on reading their letter it was just a bribe to not contact them again offering my worthy letters of note