This I and this “I”
On the theme of hunger: two perspectives on I and “I” : (a recycled poem)
This I dined last night at Nobu
Tonight it’s Zuma (just before Harrods on the right).
Thin paps full of nothing
A rounded belly distends from this “I”.
This I started with a Dawhinnie
Saying “A Chateau Lafitte, ’68, for later?”
Dust and drought have dried the throat of this “I”.
This I sucks on a cigar, orders cappuccino
And comments on the chocolate pudding:
“Call the police. This should be illegal!”
The chill night comes curling its noose, chokes
the breath of this “I”.
This I and this “I”?
This I is
this “I” was.
© PilgermannBM 2023
I agree with Luigi; the line – “This I and this “I”?” – is redundant. Otherwise a succint observation of the disparities,