and yet she looked so

Poem #11 from tuesday night at emile’s

Back to: tuesday night at emile’s – Introduction


a disaster

it was not her
he should have known

she had never seen him before
knew of no emile

thank you for the flowers
but I have to perform another set now
good luck finding your lady

no
she owned no red shoes

he knew as soon as she spoke
it could not be this one
the voice was not right

yet she looked so

he had been certain

so familiar

he must be going mad
pursuing a phantom
and for what

his life has become unrecognisable
a mess

his head aches
from the noise
of his thoughts

he has difficulty swallowing
through a lump that has formed
as though ready to

soiled
he feels somehow soiled
and cannot resist brushing
at imagined specks on his jacket

he must go home to wash
to think
this cannot go on

she was so familiar
he could have sworn

go home

stop being a fool


© Frank Prem 2003

Tuesday Night at Emile’s Poem #12: who is he (1)

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