09 March 2009


I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear my vestigial trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair bald patch behind?
Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the Unreal Mermaid singing, "Felix is wrinklier".

  • [With apologies to] T S Eliot, "The love song of J Alfred Prufrock" in Prufrock and other observations. 1917, London.