A poet passes by,
in a Sehr Langsam, and the Arbeitslos,
zur Mitte, zur Titte, likewise.
And I,
a one-time follower
of the Pure and the White,
carry the shadow
like a valet the weight of a knight.
And certainly awesome
it is to recollect
the bottles we fought,
and the battles we fled,
in the sheer pretense of not knowing
who's sown us as seeds,
and sowing still.
Singing 'ribbons and curls, ooh what a girl',
with every insomnia ruling the world,
a dream in a dreamer.
So much for the trite.
The weight of the night is happily lost,
the valet is back to the pure
and the white label.
The slender drops we share
like the traveller shares the handouts of travel
with shadow to wife.
23 февраля 2021 г.
Shadow to wife
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2021
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