By Marcus D. Niski
In Cocteau’s apartment
There exists
An antique clock
A pile of notebooks
A picture of Picasso
A leopard skin drape
A clutch of pencils and ink wells
A pile of books letters and mementos
A faded blackboard
A bust of an unknown composer
Memorials to Colette
A strange engraving.
Above all, there is hope.
[MN] 29 December 1999
Naked Cities Journal 