TO A POET IN PARIS
—for Dennis Cooper
“No civilized man ever regrets
a pleasure, and no uncivilized man
ever knows what a pleasure is.”
—Lord Henry Wotton, PORTRAIT OF
DORIAN RAY
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Not that I’m a Queer Theory Queen—
or simply infatuated with the late
great Miss Foucault & French Ticklers
Like I think of Miss Roland Barthes—
lonely and desolate at the cafes with
his desolately disillusioned hustlers
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I think of all the American exiles—
there in Paris truly expatriate poets
like Dennis Cooper with his lover
I can only ask as a faggot poet—
is there any Kafkaesque escape
other than just one's loneliness???
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