Painting Mishap


Your painting was desultory

And so I will desult —

You’ve made a mess of everything,

And so what must result


Are moments filled, and glasses filled

With breathlessness and wine —

For you have smeared the paint, and I

Have got

The turpentine

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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