My heart is heavy from following to many good poets br My limbs weary, my mind a melting pot of dictionaries br Words drip down my shirt br I have not the ingenuity to catch them br I cannot write like him like her br I’m wasted on your praise br The birds don’t come near br The clouds scurry away and rain elsewhere br The tulips are listening to some other poet br The Eastern light has gone from the sunset br Elegies don’t know my name br Metaphor has run off with the milkman br And similes have left me as daft as a brush br I can’t even think about thinking br My brain awash with br Tax returns br Lord please give me strength to do them br Before my wife strangles it out of me br And leaves me lifeless br Like the dummy br She uses for making clothes.