FIRBANK'S DAY

Going to the Village
to the Factory
Andy is there
turns us around
from his melancholic
laughter with balloons
on his lap
gleaming like a condom
by a fun house mirror
meet an Englishman
resembling a portrait
I found in a West End
London pawnshop
of Ronald Firbank
tells me
he was related to Firbank
in his campy ways
seemed lonely
asks a few guys out
a feverish tattooed dancer
accepts his invitation.