2002-12-13
Roneo and Juliet
My brother was running around reciting this poem left and right the other day. I was introduced to it by a foxy English teacher. It's so adorable.
Roneo and Juliet
We met in the
Xerox copy shop,
each looking for enlargements.
Her face
was my type
and I hoped she might
duplicate
my feelings,
but while I had it down
in black and white
it soon became transparent
she brought only
a handful of negatives,
so seeing
there could be no
developments
I left,
wondering if
some day her
prints would come
prints would come
prints would come
prints would come.
Godfrey Rust
aigre-douce at 7:09 p.m.