tous mes amis sont cowards
by god
hiding tails among teeth
lying like fish
she garnered up man, thin,
solid
she knows he going to make it.
he roams seminar stalls
pen in hand
dream in eye -
"the prototype of poverty
in southasia
blah".
me want blank
me want delight
this in deep of night
from fear we hide
such cowardice
tous mes amis sont stingy
silent
they copies
scares
sick.
