| Gregory when he sits Often smiles in this way. I enjoy nights, their veranda, Their trees, their sway, Their torpor in the wine. (They lull all marks away.) Adrian when he stands Rarefies atmosphere. I like to find me a hammer, A nail, a wall, And all that comes between Is boneless infamy. Meantime Jun on his kerb Upsets the passersby. Much more perhaps than all else They fear he says You need me to be you In your self-centered lives. (June 2002) Copyright ©2002 Olivier Serrat |
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