In another life …

May 8 2012

In another life

I will be rakish, louche, dandified.

I have always felt apart

but in a way that was wanting, lacking,

like looking through one-way glass.

Sometimes, painfully scrutinized.

At others, nose pressed-up

excluded.

But in the hypothetical future

I will dress outlandishly

not give a damn what they think.

I will seduce the ladies

with wit, and charm

rhyme, and gallantry.

I will die young

or ancient, doddering.

I will be 95

and die in bed,
shot by my lover’s jealous spouse.
A superannuated poet

who left life

as he led it.

A bit of fun with the poet as caricature. Perhaps channelling a smidgen of Oscar Wilde.

But really, the only reason I wrote this poem was that I wanted to use that wonderful word “louche”, and couldn’t think of any other way!