we are sitting in the caféi have on a beret
and he is smoking a cigar
i think it was hand-rolled
in cuba
i am drinking my favourite bourbon
and he has perrier with a twist
and is waiting for the wine list
so that he can fill the other glass
it sits in front of him
like an icon from another age
we are poetry fat cats
girls come to this café
jus to see where we sit
when they catch us
they want to kiss us and more
but we are above that sort of thing
having been raised
on fine literature
and the desire for full grown women
we publish in small magazines
and our names are known
in the best circles
at parties
we are always the center of attention
at readings
we drink too much
and talk too loud
you have never heard of us
and probably never will
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