Dressing-Gown Olympian

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I insist on vegetating here
In motheaten granduer. Haven't I plotted
Like a madman to get here? Well then.


These free days, these side-streets,
Mouldy or shiny, with their octoroon light:
Also, I have grudges, enemies, a religion,
Politics, a new morality - everything!


Kept awake by alcohol and coffee,
Inside her oriental dressing-gown of dust
My soul is always thinking things over, thoroughly.
No wonder my life has grandeur, depth, and crust.


Ah, to desire a certain way of life,
And then to gain it!
What a mockery, what absolute misery,
Dressing-gown hours the tint of alcohol or coffee.


Am I an imbecile of the first water after all?
Yes, I think I can claim - now that all this grandeur,
Depth, and crust is stacked around me - that I am.

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Alufa Oke Joshua 08 May 2014

love this poem...... keep them coming!

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