Self-medication

erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

I hear the horses of desire
go right to the surgeon.
Take me home and give
my poor spittle a drinking-house
where I pull down gates and portcullises:
alum to my mouth, plaster to my chin.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 9 February 1659/60.

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