February 2012
1 post
Rebirth
Purple and gold wall hangings;
Cigarettes, proffered, freely lit;
Princely fur coats, shrugged at the door
And thus left, graceless, on the floor.
Resplendent bohemian Lord
Of Language strides the neat threshold.
Now (is he glad?) he’s talked about;
Birthday banner, melding “Oscar’s Out!”
One hundred and fifty seven!
His youth, as yearned, has held its course:
Immortal poster boy...
