to be young again

high heeled shoes
short black skirt
smooth legs

drive the herky-jerky
old men crazy

scratching and blinking
shaking their balding heads
remembering a time they had

wishing they weren’t
who they are
for one more day

before she walks

leaving them with
the faintest scent
of perfume

a memory
of a memory

(D. James)


how many things
don’t I know?

of all the things
in the wide world
which I know

a fraction of a fraction
of a percent

how many things
do you know?

all thoughts
all languages
from the beginning

how we think
we know
anything at all
is beyond me

(D. James)