bits and bobs
Two haikus on love.
A kangaroo lives
in my chest when you walk by
leaping and thumping.
Tank of sixteen fish.
I don't think I can handle
their expectations.
--
I used to have dreams that were like silent movies,
luscious women, dangerous cars. The whole night my theatre. It was up to me
to supply the dialogue, which always turned out poetry. Lately
the electricity keeps getting cut each night, the film-reels still spinning,
so that Sophia Loren's pout is blurred, Fred and Ginger
stumble out of step, and the music - play it,
Sam - is tinny. The popcorn smell recedes, and even the organ-grinder's monkey
has run away.
Is there a foreign word that means a false nostalgia?
Is there one that means nostalgia for a false past?
A kangaroo lives
in my chest when you walk by
leaping and thumping.
Tank of sixteen fish.
I don't think I can handle
their expectations.
--
I used to have dreams that were like silent movies,
luscious women, dangerous cars. The whole night my theatre. It was up to me
to supply the dialogue, which always turned out poetry. Lately
the electricity keeps getting cut each night, the film-reels still spinning,
so that Sophia Loren's pout is blurred, Fred and Ginger
stumble out of step, and the music - play it,
Sam - is tinny. The popcorn smell recedes, and even the organ-grinder's monkey
has run away.
Is there a foreign word that means a false nostalgia?
Is there one that means nostalgia for a false past?