Poem: Holly Friedlander Liddicoat

Old men (helplessness).

Each Day Before Semester Starts I Run to The Mensa to Drink a 70 Euro Cent Cup of Coffee

and i’ve come to notice that every
day it’s filled with the same old blokes
with coffee too, or a small bowl of soup,
a 10c bread roll
and long beards, skinny, greying or greyed
they are scattered alone staring
at nothing but the cafeteria
floor and each day I think forever
unsure: are these old men professors or
urban Troglodytes;
the once lived, The Immortals.
Holly Friedlander Liddicoat was born in Sydney and is studying creative writing and German. She has previously been published in Cordite, Otoliths, Seizure, and the UTS Writers’ Anthology and is currently living in Berlin.

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