J.P. Du Toit

Rookie (1988-03-09 / Johannesburg)

Bohemia - Poem by J.P. Du Toit

There is no dessert in bohemia
no need for the bourgeois
There is freedom on dove street
in the poverty drawn
There is an artist's decrepit utopia
in the well of Observatory
There is always an invisible beat
to which art sways

The bohemians creating love and peace
in unassuming drag of a graceful quality
The derelict buildings marking thought
stare profoundly at misbegotten dreams whispered
The antelopes escape unintelligent castration
to seek diamonds and cream flying above
The bohemians exist speaking and thinking
in order to philosophise irrational meanderings

There is an effortless casual cool
to its creative being
There is free love in moralia
given thoughtfully in a dark
There is intellectual art in a fool
in the shadow of the table
There is no apathy in bohemia
no thought in the desert

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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