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

and

this “I” was.