‘lt is the East,’ soliloquy by Romeo,
act 2, scene 2, ‘Romeo and Juliet’
‘But
soft!’ Yeah, right! It’s effing cold, not soft,
out
now, waiting for dawn and Jooles to wake
then
kill the moon because its loitering’s useless;
she’s
draped like a fool in sickly pale green.
The
sun will always rise and we need heat
down
here, but there goes Jooles, with stars that might
replace
her eyeballs though they’d lengthen night.
(Who penned this illogical tripe?) As
for shining
cheeks
out-brightening stars so that birds
would
hail them as the morning light, no hope
of
that, and if she leans her cheek on her hand,
what’s
that supposed to signify? She’s never
mentioned
me once, so I’m done with freezing here,
am
off to nosh and suck up hot spiced beer.
