No One Famous
No one famous would drink in this bar
alone or otherwise
but the doctor will treat you anyway
only politicians bother with faces
and salesmenHow many faces must we know?
A hummingbird has too small a skull
to wonder about flowers it cannot tasteAs for me machines and their many parts
speak of factories suppliers
unions bosses rhymes in cold steel
of manufacture fame shouted
in a way the wind does notStars crowd the heavens in exact proportion
to our field of view
more dying than being bornI hear words in the bottle
without crying
I smile forgetting your name
Copyright 2000 Martin Hickel