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POOR FELLOWS Read by Rio
Jimenez
What it takes on this planet, To make love to each other in peace: Everyone pries under your sheets, Everyone interferes with your loving. They say terrible things About a man and a woman Who, after much milling about All sorts of compunctions, Do something unique – They both lie with each other in one bed. I ask myself whether frogs Are so furtive, or sneeze as they please, Whether they whisper to each in Swamps about illegitimate frogs Or the joys of amphibious living. I ask myself if birds Single out enemy birds Or bulls gossip with bullocks Before they go out In public with cows. Even the roads have eyes, And the parks their police, Hotels spy on their guests, Windows name names, Cannons and squadrons debark On missions to liquidate love – All those ears and those jaws Working incessantly, Till a man and his girl Have to race to their climax Full-tilt on a bicycle. |
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