Gard Sivik. Jaargang 3

[p. 10]

to j.p.

I don't know why you should always remind me of an oyster, J...
But you do and once I loved you.

Once. Every green sickening morning
I woke up with your name on my lips, hanging on to you
In the confused embraces of my sleep.

It did not change your life,
Going angling each Sunday;
Often have I pondered about what
Obscene creatures you hooked out of the watery depths:
Whales or coelacanths, or worse.

On weekdays tapping away at a Universal
Scientific and Cultural History of Mankind,
Surrounded by dunces to match the hubris of this venture,
Headed by an aged ape with his subway name;
And three other quims - inferior, no doubt, to yours,
Though I am, through no fault of my own,
Not in a position to judge.

Alas! With all this fishing
You let one get away
That might have shaken your cuisine.