Straight white males only do do affected don’t they
I mean what else is there
Just so you know I’m sipping on an effervescent drink
A similar blue-yellow
To the eerie evening light that is currently
Planging of the suburbs
Where a day-moon waits to field it
Behind the line of bone-dry beach towels
Looking cheesier than ever
Just gusting on its anthem
And a breeze inflates my shorts
As to late I work out my problems
Stem form dressing like I had black hair
Like somehow I could pull of green
next time I look the moon has flaked or faded
The urge to take a picture departing long before it
And in agreement the pages of the hardback notebook
That I dare not write in riffle
Blueish
Nothing about them but their privilege
by Sam Riviere [ Modern Poets 5 – Occasional Wild Parties – p. 30]
The Delightful Mrs P 