Daddy Wordsworth in blue gloss today (16 March 2008)
Victorian pharmacist at the Miracle Elixir Desk, knocking
out phials of readable goodness called Lyrical Ballads
cracking open the can on the accessiblity question
- to reach out to real men, in the one true language of common life -
which meant one thing then for the furrowed brow in the field
and another for Bukowski's voyeuristic stash of experience.
Poetry to be open, shared, essential, a tap on emotion
delivered daily to the doorstep - with milk, letters, utility bills -
collected with a tabloid & a Best of Both loaf of bread.