The Mysterious Lives Of The Stars

Poem By Sam Riviere

I want something what is it
those little boobies from 1964
in the Willy Ronis exhibition
in something like somebody's
new raspberry sweater I don't
wear sunglasses though
I like opacity I like that you
can't see my expression as
I'm sitting writing this
in my favourite T shirt the one
with the retro pin-up girl
listening to a black telephone on it
& with yellow armpits like Rimbaud
bless the powers that have taken
our grievances away from us

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