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
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Written on 2011-11-18 at 20:40
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