Rational,
a self-confessed Norwegian,
(true name Monotone)
talks Werner Herzog.
0802 train to Paris.
Across the table
a self-confessed Frenchie,
Spontaneous
(true name middle-class despair).
They just met.
Rational & Spontaneous
their weekend away.
Spontaneous starts loudest,
- a shrill fanfare. Rational
is slower, hesitant. Each brought
baggage. Two bags of clichés.
They unpack.
Syllable vêtements, cast off.
By the end only
socks of "que sera sera" and
g-strings of "reap what you sow"
remain.
All is gone, now just the clothes
on their backs. Despair
takes control. Panic
stricken faces
"is this really us?"
Rational starts. Oh, he's
"romantic", as he drops his
pants. He goes quiet, stares
out of the window
bollock naked.
Spontaneous follows suit,
whips of her bra in her new
formative logic manner.
They both look
chilly.
Rational & Spontaneous
their weekend away.
