a quick note,November 15, 2007 at 5:27 pm | Posted in music, poetry, writing | 4 Comments
Tags: poetry, writing
Did you fall in love with some islander boy
on a casual Sunday afternoon?
Was the exotic a poison, or did it invigorate?
I apologise I did not wait,
the keys are on the fridge
the maid has cleaned the room
but there is an opening in Luxemburg,
some castle, Gandre, or some such
and I am left in circumstance without choice.
I have left your jewellery in the safe deposit box
in Rio de Janeiro. You will have to find your own
way back. Perhaps the islander boy can swim?
I will meet you in London on Sunday.
If you are not there I shall wait until resources
are thin and compulsion arises.
I am no longer sure who is following
who, me or you,
Oh, when you get there I shall
introduce you to