Reunion

We hire a boat for our reunion,
none of us sail
but after bailing out banks
we are sure we'll stay afloat.

I still haven't got that blackberry,
but I froze some this September
and white washed over distemper
on ancient walls lined in lime.

Yoshi has a paunch
and we laugh at his punchline,
its f****** freezing on this tub
I think of goose fat lathered
and admire how uncollective we are;
I miss our métro lives.

The Captain keeps discreet,
Jean Paul paid a fortune,
I wonder about reflux
Suki explains in detail
how they stripped
her varicose veins,

Marc has joined a syndicate
and brings plushy booklets,
he was hit in the crunch,
sold his converted windmill,
exchanged his wife
and now lives in black leather
and chrome enhanced world.

I would leave early
but this floating prison
is booked for another hour.
I love them dearly
but my porsche
is currently without wheels.







Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-11-18 at 20:40

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shells
I sooo loved this, it made me smile, today is my birthday and yes I feel my age, I've yet to do "the reunion" it's one of those things that always seem a good idea until reality kicks in. I'm still smiling, thanks!
2011-11-19