The Real Romeo

 

 

 

 

 

‘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.