Last part of latest pseudo poetic outburst

Feb 24, 2008 12:42

As my last poem ended up in highly enlightening discussions bordering on identitiy crisis (on my part), and as it also gave me the most comments ever, it is your own fault that you will get another entry of that sort ;)
But rejoice: this time I will make much simpler confessions, I am sure there isn't a lot to discuss with those two... but who knows? Anyway, at least I know now what the best poem was :)

London

There's nothing more beautiful
Than to be fed toast, eggs and tomatoes
By a chattering landlady,
Alert with the abundance of black tea.
And a new day ahead
Throughout which you will be walking
Back and forth through London
Without any real destination.
And then to fall into bed
Totally exhausted
And to wake up with aching feet
Day after day.
There's nothing more beautiful than that.

The Obvious

Why do they ask you silly questions all the time,
when the  pissed expression on your face says it all?

Have a good Sunday, everyone!

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