He Knew Lake Geneva
Taupe plateaus, a turquoise sky
The bleached bones of oxen
And yet no velvet Elvis in this stack?
Mauve gateaux, a crimson lake
Blue bateaux, sun-spangled sails
White oiseaux catching the light
His gullibility astounds
Even those who knew him as an infant
And he tells of musical tales
Beige battlements, greige mist
The hoofprints of horses
Leave indentations on his soul
| Contributors: | F, Kansas Sam, loaf, Dassn't Say, dok, N, baoloa, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 9th September 2003. |