Many years ago in the city of St Francis I used to arrange what could be easily termed poetry happenings (lower case mine) these consisted of events such as triangular poetry circular poetry poetry without clothes poetry with clothes poetry orange poetry red poetry from the perspective of animals and a thousand more and a thousand more and a thousand more
These happenings proved very popular and soon Ernest and I became quite wealthy which was slightly against our ideal
Poetry for All Poetry Inclusive
So quietly we funded American incursions into hostile countries usually in Central and South America
The United States of America is seen by many as the greatest democracy in the world
After all what is liberty without democracy
My name is Ernest Hemingway – now stop here I know that I share my name with a zebra in London Zoo and an American writer who committed suicide in 1961
I always blamed my parents Robert and Mary Show-Trial
For their eccentric choices
But they were hard working racist cops from the south
The bread and butter of America as they used to say
But they also named me Katie Raw
Which I rather liked
As I was gender fluid and saw no boundaries
I loved men and women equally
Katie loves Ernest – Ernest loves Katie
Was painted on the side of a grocery store
Which sadly is now derelict
I was born on the 29th of August 1955 aged one
Although the male side of me was considerably older
But this made little difference as I loved both Ernest and Katie equally
Ernest died nearly sixty years ago by his own hand
And I have been alone ever since although I was Sam Cooke for a while
But this too ended tragically so for many years I was a zebra across the pond
I was happy being a zebra but grew tired of the visitors photographing my nudity
You are wearing clothes for fucks sake respect me respect my striped body
I am a beautiful creature not a plastic toy that lives in its own shit
In another life I was a famous writer and a California blonde
On Friday the 17th of September 1973 Stephen Masefield was killed in a car crash
It was then I decided to escape the confines of the zoo and change into a seagull
I called myself J.L.S which I shortened to JLS as it was a hip thing to do
In 60/70s California and this is where I came in
You might pass me in the street and consider me beautiful
As after Sam died I decided not to age
This was a committed decision
I have lived many lives
Rosa Parks was my favourite
Followed by Betty Boo
I was Atticus Finch
And Mary Lou from 62
I am not as remarkable as some people think
Many people have the ability to control their aging process
It is all about mathematics and perfect numbers six and twenty-eight
If you understand this then the journey is rather easy
My parents may have been racist cops
But racist cops make good mathematicians
They taught me all I know and I owe them nothing
And a great debt that can never be repaid
Today I am sitting naked opposite Marcel D
We are playing chess
The year is 1963
JFK and Aldous Huxley are in the audience
An invitation was sent to Clive Lewis
But he had to cancel as a new wardrobe was being delivered
I am very fond of my large breasts
I think that they are my best feature