Monday, June 2, 2008

87x365 – Daniel, the only bilingue

translated when I was flummoxed,
interceded when Yves sniped me en francais.

After-hours, to him,
bottlenecked ideas released.

Once,
- tired, not tonight...bed–
- one thing –

( I
p r a t t l e d . . . )

- Fuck it, he said
pulled shirt, belt off, pants tugged

bug-eyed, I bolted

2 comments:

Mrs Slocombe said...

I prattled: haven't we all? It looks like the bilingue was caught between two stools.

Pearl said...

yes, I suppose he was.