Short Constables Poems

National Gallery London

I visited the National last week,
Famous gallery in Trafalgar Square,
Viewed in awe, John Constables Hay Wain
and other grand masters displayed there.
The original Sunflowers by Van Gogh.
Gainsborough and Matisse there to see.
In truth wasn’t struck by the Lily Pond,
Monet didn’t leave an impression on me....

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The fever is on now
And the constable is stuck
To watch it grow.
He watches the bed sheets
Cripple each day
And at night he can hear
The pennies weeping
As they find no eyelids to cover.
What causes this abomination
To keep growing inside of her
When the Devil himself spat it out?
To hot to swallow,
To cool to bite.
He set his soul beside the mantel piece
And sent his fingers to work,
Slid his tongue between two bitter bribes,
And sentenced himself to death....

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