I open the first page:
‘Ten Months Earlier…’
Shit! I think…TEN MONTHS!..I now have to go through
ten months of this persons life: Jesus, do I have the time for that?
Do I really want to be papered up for that long?
The Honourable Serena Balcon lay back on the top deck of the Egyptian sailboat, La Mamounia…
O God, I hope it sinks…I’m not sure why but I instinctively dislike this Ms Balcon…and I don’t think I can be bothered spending ten months with her…
I might just go read Bukowski, Gray, Ellroy, Shug
anyone but this long-winded period pap…
I want words that cut to the bone,
that do not disguise themselves,
for what they are…
that’s why
i write-a-type of poetry 
you see,
poetry
is read
by people
who will
happily read
anything…
Apart from: ‘Daddy’s Girl’