Easter Island 

In my Mytholmroyd world—

I was a moors monolith

Philip Larkin smirked at me—

Calling me an Easter Island stiff

My craggy, cliff-top face—

My tilted granite demeanor

The grueling prolongueur—

Of my schmaltzy stone verse

My dedication to mistresses—

The savage act of commitment

The one-night stands with—

Dolorous white goddesses

The placebo I kept grabbing—

Greedy like gulping for cocaine