2 October 2012

Suits and shoes of outward shine

Coats and boasts but not a dime

Briefcases in want of shuffling sheaves

But scuttling feet, webs and leaves

Spasms of splendour and subtle saunter

Smelling of cinnamon and sensual scents

Flashy time-pieces with sapphire studs

To trap the sexes in allure and jealousy

Savouring the stares assuming the pose

Flagging taxis at five and a half

When none would stop for want of space

Boarding the bus with snob and show

Alights and darts and strips his fawn

For reflectors and brushes and barrows with wheels

And oh, a hat pulled low

TatarlaPinqueEmmanuel • Opuss № I