Fractured Verse
{A Bumbershoot Special Feature}

T. S. Eliot

Etherised Love Song As fractured by Chris O’Carroll

Women go and women come,
Discussing art while I feel glum.

The streets are prowled by fog that’s yellow.
I am a melancholy fellow,

But not the Melancholy Dane;
I mope in a less heroic vein.

I’m just a listless, bald old coot
Who dares not eat a piece of fruit.

The mermaids sing. Shall we take tea?
Their serenade is not for me.

For them, life’s whee! upon the sea,
For me, ennui, ennui, ennui.