A collection of poems and other writings...

Monday, 22 September 2014

Malcolm

When Malcolm leaves the theatre
he likes to pretend he is one of the dancers.
He flings his scarf 
around his neck 
and he strides
through the Stage Door.

A crowd of fans
 are waiting outside.
They separate as he floats past,
nose in the air...
Excuse me
Let me pass 
Important person coming through.

They excuse him.
They let him pass.


They are waiting for
 Alessandra Ferri
 and David Wall

not for Malcolm
or Julian
or me.

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