Living With Genius Poem by Dónall Dempsey

'Vincent Van Go...! '
he coughed.

'Why can't anyone pronounce
my name properly! '

Vincent
had come to tea

outstaying
his stay

and now in
drunken Shakespearean

proclaims
grinning from ear to ear.

'Fiends, no mans, contrary men
lend me your ear or
at least a fiver! '

'Ha! Ha! Ha! '
he guffawed

and was gone.

Out for the count
sprawled across the sofa

a trickle of green
vomit

adding an almost lurid sureal
touch of colour.

The absinthe
makes me wonder.

'Living with genius is
bloody murder! '