After
the Party
I pour the ash out of a paper cup
Tear my shoe stuck from the footprinted floor
Empty
the ashtray of its yellowed butts
Thinking of all the lips they have touched.
I rub the circular stains on the strewn
table
As I rub the dark rings around my eyes.
Wipe white powder ingrained in the table
As the reek of spirits
pierces my nose
Pricking its hairs as I hoover the carpet.
I hear the rattle of bottles clatter
Crack against
each other as the bin bag
Slouches, and my nerves of glass shatter.
So I sit down in my broken down house
My ears yawn and hear voices outside shout.
 
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James Buxton is The Illegible Bachelor, a poet living and working
in London. His poems are "sturdy, unkillable infants" abandoned at birth.
His work encompasses a wide range of styles, from dramatic verse in the vernacular, to poems
that parody language and rhetoric, to compositions that seek to record the precise feel of things as they pass.
He
has a Masters in Poetry from UEA and has published his first book of poems, 22, available to buy from this website.
He performs on a regular basis.
His main poetic influences are W.S. Graham, Baudelaire, Ezra Pound, Rilke,
Rimbaud, Prevert, Bob Dlyan Thomas, Emily Dickinson, Edwin Morgan, Lawrence, Yeats, Borges, Jabes, Dickens,
Woolf, Bukowski, Tom Waits, and many more
He also reviews theatre, films, and gigs for the website: Extra!
Extra! which can be found here: http://www.extraextra.org/home.htm
Contact for bookings and enquiries: jbux22@gmail.com
The "playful part documentary, part-state-of-the-moment narratives of James Buxton" George Szirtes
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