Feeble and thin, he disappears
Between slim bleached
Lines and neutered passions
His pale words muffled and
Silenced, but never with accurate
Aim. Careful to miss the
Target in case the target
Takes offence. Pussyfooting
Namby-pamby little
Pageboy. He stood – not
For nothing, but for other people’s
Ideals, while his own designs
Re-aligned beneath his opaque
Skin. Trembling lips
Quirks and ticks – watch
His feet tap as he, speechless
Communicates unseen what
He doesn’t even believe
ReplyDeleteGuy who wanders
by accident into jazz club
gets what's waiting