April 2012
2 posts
Restroom Reflections
We finish up and there’s, say, six of us
In symphony, washing next to the sink.
We swipe our hands under the taps and - whoosh!
Men don’t do such closeness; except to drink.
Then again, we find this part is much less fuss
Than when guessing what the next guy would think
Were he to catch a glimpse of what we hide,
With tilted shoulder and averted gaze,
As we...
The Ballad of the Hitch
We gather round to hear the tale
Of Christopher the wise:
The voice who drank and smoked a life
That others never tried.
This tale, far from infallible,
Still stirs the hearts and minds
Of audiences young and old:
Thinkers of every kind.
A Balliol, Oxford Socialist
(His curse – ‘Hitch-22’)
Bohemian? Contrarian?
No clumsy noun would do.
Young ‘Chris’ incited liberty,
A lefty,...
