The way you strut in those jeans of yours,
Confident,real and manly.
Don't change..
The style you wear to go to a party,
Halloween,prom or bachelar's...
Don't change..
The endless smoke you expire from
The morning fag you relish ,
Don't change..
Change is insecurity, change is wrinkling
Away under a hot sun,change is the
Sour deception of death,please,don't change.]
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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