Ariel
sits across
opposite
from myself
looking plump
and balding
we're talking
of Tolstoy
(Ariel's
favourite
novelist)
he creates
the largest
fictional
canvases
Ariel
informs me
his large eyes
focusing
on his class
of real ale
now and then
looking at
a table
quite near us
where young girls
talk and laugh
their laughter
echoing
in the warm
evening
summer air
I prefer
Marcel Proust
I tell him
watching how
his eyes scan
the young girls
less manly
Ariel
says to me
don't like Proust
no substance
just gossip
from parties
he went to
you know he
was a queer
yes I know
wrote in bed
yes I know
he gazes
at the girls
taking in
their laughter
their bodies
their brightness
all his thoughts
of Tolstoy
put aside
I sip beer
wondering
what Tolstoy
would say here
seeing this
this canvas
intellect
dissolved in
human lust
words silent
write again
another
War and Peace
in English
now I trust.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
Ariel
sits across
opposite
from myself
looking plump
and balding
we're talking
of Tolstoy
(Ariel's
favourite
novelist)
he creates
the largest
fictional
canvases
Ariel
informs me
his large eyes
focusing
on his class
of real ale
now and then
looking at
a table
quite near us
where young girls
talk and laugh
their laughter
echoing
in the warm
evening
summer air
I prefer
Marcel Proust
I tell him
watching how
his eyes scan
the young girls
less manly
Ariel
says to me
don't like Proust
no substance
just gossip
from parties
he went to
you know he
was a queer
yes I know
wrote in bed
yes I know
he gazes
at the girls
taking in
their laughter
their bodies
their brightness
all his thoughts
of Tolstoy
put aside
I sip beer
wondering
what Tolstoy
would say here
seeing this
this canvas
intellect
dissolved in
human lust
words silent
write again
another
War and Peace
in English
now I trust.
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