Mademoiselle, Where Are Your Clothes?

Mademoiselle, 

Where are your clothes?

Should I remove mine,

Do you suppose?

You do enchant me,

My Mademoiselle.

I am inspired—

Can you tell?

Oh my dear,

Such a surprise.

I came home

And there you stood.

You stared at me

With your brown eyes.

Your nakedness

Looks very good. 

Well, here we stand,

Without a stitch. 

I do believe

We found our niche.

Oh, Mademoiselle,

Please lead the way.

I will of course do

What you say. 

Mademoiselle,

You’re so risque.

I never know

Quite what to say.

hans ostrom 2025

"Mademoiselle, Where Are Your Clothes?" by Roger Illsley

Twisted Words

You're twisting my words. Thank you--
it feels good. You spirally wrought
ragamuffin into finfumagar: well done.
It had contortion coming.

And look what you did to
chirioscuro.  It is unrecognizable.
Obviously, you are not new
to wrenching words.

If you don't mind, I'd
like to keep mademoiselle
as is, for as is it's perfect:
a sound sculpture.


hans ostrom 2017