Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Attitude


Sophisticated spectres
were the order of the day.
Etruscan, Byzantine, Druidic?
Couldn’t tell: they wouldn’t say.

They smiled with condescension
as they flipped me a bromidic wave –
and peered at me as if I were a platitude.
That’s sophisticated spectres for you: attitude.









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