Early morning
book on Schopenhauer
under your arm
cigarettes
in your pocket
you sat in one
of the cafes
in Dubrovnik
having ordered
a coffee
and lit up
to smoke
the book
put on the table
the ashtray
set so
you observed
the passing people
the females mostly
the gentler ***
as is said
the sway of skirt
or dress
the fine legs
the shape of foot
the figures
slim or plump
the mental study
of the shape of ***
the tightness
of ****
and all the while
at the back
of the mind
the idea of God
the faith required
seemingly lacking
the St Augustine view
wanting to be saved
from sin
but not just yet
the waiter
brought coffee
and cake
just the nibble
for the breakfast’s sake
and you thought
on the night before
the walk in the City
the lights lit up
the passing crowds
the concert
some pianist
playing Chopin
you and your brother
side by side
taking it all in
making the most of
and the indulgence
of wine
and the chatting up
of the waitresses
at the hotel
with no success
and you opened
the Schopenhauer book
the print of page
the scatter of words
ideas too deep
for the morning sun
you closed it up
and sipped the coffee
took a drag
on the cigarette
viewed the cute ***
as it passed you by
summer dresses
short skirts
tight tops
in all colours
shoes or bare feet
to please the eye
and the idea of God
observing
listening in
secretly pleading
maybe you do
or do not
to be absolved
from sometime
the deeper sin.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
Early morning
book on Schopenhauer
under your arm
cigarettes
in your pocket
you sat in one
of the cafes
in Dubrovnik
having ordered
a coffee
and lit up
to smoke
the book
put on the table
the ashtray
set so
you observed
the passing people
the females mostly
the gentler ***
as is said
the sway of skirt
or dress
the fine legs
the shape of foot
the figures
slim or plump
the mental study
of the shape of ***
the tightness
of ****
and all the while
at the back
of the mind
the idea of God
the faith required
seemingly lacking
the St Augustine view
wanting to be saved
from sin
but not just yet
the waiter
brought coffee
and cake
just the nibble
for the breakfast’s sake
and you thought
on the night before
the walk in the City
the lights lit up
the passing crowds
the concert
some pianist
playing Chopin
you and your brother
side by side
taking it all in
making the most of
and the indulgence
of wine
and the chatting up
of the waitresses
at the hotel
with no success
and you opened
the Schopenhauer book
the print of page
the scatter of words
ideas too deep
for the morning sun
you closed it up
and sipped the coffee
took a drag
on the cigarette
viewed the cute ***
as it passed you by
summer dresses
short skirts
tight tops
in all colours
shoes or bare feet
to please the eye
and the idea of God
observing
listening in
secretly pleading
maybe you do
or do not
to be absolved
from sometime
the deeper sin.
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