A hundred thousand miles away
I am wondering
What you feel like: do you
— Deep down — do you admire Vladmir Putin?
Is it warm when you touch underneath your chin?
“Another — the more recent — insane distraction”
God whispers to me as you smile to me.
Well, God, in your cricketing career batting for my club
How many centuries have you scored, then? Distraction, indeed.
But, I still keep God in my side.
To prove a point, day after tomorrow,
What if I make unparallel love to you?
Not the violence of the sex, or such; I mean,
Love unlike what I have so far given; you have taken;
When it’s long gone over, that you won’t let me go?
A hundred thousand miles away, your world
Floats like a butterfly in search of
Colour in a meadow’s dawn.
I don’t enter your thoughts — not like that.
I am just the guy in stripes and cheap, funny hat.