I and my friend met at Trafalgar square
to see the new poems around the Xmas tree
we were the fearless hunters of the night
drinkers of special red wine
were peckish so we got Panini and hot chocolate first
once we got our fuel back
watched the carols and took autographs
than sat down on a wooden bench
I took the red wine bottle out of my bag
poured it into two glasses
one for me and one for my friend
talked about Bukowski, as we drank
in the Alcohol Control Zone
I am mad she is crazier than I
If we got caught we were going to pay
eighty pounds fine each!
but we didn’t care...
I read “tonight the wine is badly red” by Attila Elustun
by the pool and still holding the red wine bottle and the glass...
Carol singers were blocking my voice
fearless hunters what we became
nothing but sweetness in our blood
a new future for us in store
perpetual craziness and lust to write begun.

Gunsel Djemal - 8 December 2009