It was good to meet you there

alone in the empty car-park

(a mutual pick-up/let-go thingy )

in a desolate town, by the solitary sea

the man vamoosed and of dubious fidelity anyhow

- so you say -

though your body-word language gives  off

ambiguous vibes too!  

In part, worldly worn and wise,  blonde and beddable

while also forlornly childish, guilelessly depraved

without a twinkle - all  the Kicks  as dumb and dull

as a Tottenham Court Road telephone kiosk

in the  rain.

 

For anything should go:  fun must be had

at whatever price  (which has none, etc)

how can you, how dare you  be so high and happy

prancing there, feckless, abrim?

It’s the same air as mine

Whats’it take/ make, for heavens’ sake?

Give me some - whateveritis

by fair exchange, bartered for smarties

- lets share it!

 

It is Spring-time!

The birds doth sing!

There, the wild sea dances

violets sprout

and lifeblood runs like crazy

so how come she - in her prime -

is so tired, wan, satiate already?

The soft-porn stunts, the fast speeds and high flyings

the titivations and outrages of excess

all  fallen pancake flat.

 

Yet she has not given up but hangs in there, butts in

desperate, avid for a new recipe

there must be some new turn-on…

 

But,  sorry lady

it only turns out to  be ……tomato  soup!

 

April 1990