Darling

old enough


Darling,

Around these women that surround me,
There are lots of men,
Not one of them is drunk, but intoxicated with their perfumes rave.
My bitten tongue, detriment to communication,
Which I don’t really need as I have nothing to say to them, all of them.
Yet we keep signaling to each other, all of us.
Women do it in a cancan way,
Some men wave handkerchiefs, some others knives, some hats.
I do it with a broken wand.

Darling, release the darling lions.

Athens, 2006

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