3:15, legs and sweat, 1997
tangled hands and black-eyed lust
smoke break interrupted
ears pricked, heads dipped
a heap of limbs in parody
four of us can say for sure
what we were doing then
when Henri Paul lost control
in Pont de l'Alma tunnel
and pixellated puckered tin
bathed bodies in the flicker
and a nation woke and mourned
while we just necked another
and dilated, changed the channel over
CHOON!
© Laura Taylor
Laura Taylor believes in the power of poetry as a means by which silent voices speak and hidden ears listen. Flapjack Press. Facebook.
