John Fuller

(1 January 1937 / Kent, England)

Poems of John Fuller

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
1. A Dialogue between Caliban and Ariel 5/17/2011
2. All the Members of My Tribe Are Liars 5/17/2011
3. An Exchange between the Fingers and the Toes 5/17/2011
4. Canicule Macaronique 5/17/2011
5. Concerto for Double Bass 1/3/2003
6. Creatures 1/3/2003
7. Edwardian Christmas 5/17/2011
8. God Bless America 5/17/2011
9. Song 5/17/2011
10. Synopsis for a German Novella 5/17/2011
11. The Pit 5/17/2011
12. The Shires 5/17/2011
13. To James Fenton 5/17/2011
14. Valentine 1/3/2003
15. Wasp Nest 1/3/2003
16. Well Said, Davy 5/17/2011


The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power and see you eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.

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