Κυριακή, 29 Ιανουαρίου 2012

Andrew.

and I was distressed when

i heard

she wasn't really keen on fiords

so i took off at haze and even forgot
to take the merlot i asked her for
before retreating nakedly - to the woods


luckily
andrew was there with some pills
and good scotch and his gloves
oh who cares for merlot now
yet i avoided returning his attempt
at handshake
since i always
thought of his garden poetry
as an excuse for
outdoor self-satisfaction
and the gloves certainly do not prove me
otherwise

oh! the fiords

in what heavy grace you move

like the bear

i left back in the apartment