no-one reads this stuff
no-one anyway
worth reading
like Haydn in Eszterháza
I linger in those corridors
not of my making
there is the lawn
outside the pickled glass
and a candelabrum
lit on special occasions
outside the great chamber
with an overpanel of history
a roundbottomed chair
pink-and-baleen
walnut
transpires my posterior parts
alluringly
for a moment to extend an invitation unto
I decline
to countervail a misprision
namely that I approach my duties
haphazardly
the bureaux and tallboys
back to the end of the room I came from
are as still as Morandi
in an Italian museum
the showfolks and the fag
Christopher Mulrooney is a poet from Los Angeles, California. He has written an e-chapbook of poems called The New Economy (2002, Scars Publications).