WAITING FOR THE BOHEMAIN

I drink with you
To carry on the torch of friendship

The tortoises
Never come out of their crawling spaces
The glamorous swan
Never leave ponds
Perhaps,
Looking for the night and moonlight
To relax
The irksome and intellectual owl
With luminous round holes
Of blinking lamps
Is definitely nocturnal
Ruminating on the trickles of fetched
Post modernism
All the day long
Unable to glimpse the environment
The sparrows in the club
Chirp in the pits of straw
The old chimpanzees
Jabber in the politics
Sitting at the table
With the glass of drinks
To overcome the inertia
And empty articulation

I wait for the bohemian
That’s you
To drink with you
And carry on the torch of friendship.

01.07.2007

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