Les Wicks

Slick The grog arrived long before nibblies and someone was talking Shelton, and eric, and Pi. I was the featured speaker the subject union futures, witty and urbane (at least in my own reflection). One of the audience left early, another said later she was fascinated. I apologised for drifting amidst so much art intelligence. No-one begged me to stay (they were worried I suppose that they'd be intruding on my valuable time). Crossed a six lane road against the lights, five teenagers followed my lead & my suit flapped like surplus feathers on a great social bird. I felt on Oxford St that the beggars were an embarrassment. Scratch my head like genius/ the S&M bar is closed & I sing a bad song like all the other drunks. The bottles lie & inflate. They fit our times so well that I wonder how any MOVER can stand upright or stand themselves.

Copyright © 1999 Les Wicks All Rights Reserved