The High Life

He's in a frenzy

he's in a whirl,

did he stop for lunch?

He can't remember

Did he bathe?

It doesn't matter.

Has he slept?

He's only paused

to jot it down

so he doesn't forget.

Black and Light

She scours old photos

Searching for her face

To see what it looked like

Before ego

Found her

Before fear

Choked her

Before hate

Consumed her

Before love

Destroyed her

There were only a few

Crab Apple Tree

I like you Crab Apple tree.

I like the cool of your dappled canopy,

it pleases me.

I want you all to myself

and to be sure no one else

discovers your appeal

I'll hide you under a giant marquee.

Running Out

She's going to put on her shoes

and run

She runs to escape familiar sights

Her desire to explore the unexplored

will prevail over her pain

And take her to places

she's only ever seen on TV

Sitting Pretty

I watched Pretty in Pink

and developed a sudden longing

for unrequited love

Second Skin

If this body had a zip

I would slip

right out of it

Forever Young

Where has it gone

the folly of youth?

Did it grow old

and long in the tooth?

Our sagging jowls quiver

in condemnation

of brazen young men

without obligation.

We gasp and we scoff

with values antique

while girls oozing gusto,

chutzpah and cheek,

challenge a system

where rivets cry rust

and question the doctrine

of theories unjust.

But sadly that fervour

of which we once thrived

will be snuffed like a candle

and never revived.

Smooth Criminal

Her bush is lush.
Her bush is thick.
He's not accustomed
to a hairy chick.
When she makes an advance,

(if he could be so blunt)

he recoils

from her shabby cunt.

But despite his gripes,

his constant objections

she's not deterred

by his candid rejections.
She won't be swayed

by his demands
and so they remain

those wiry strands.

But little did he know

while he was busy protesting,

she met a bush fancier

who found her arresting.

Her secret lover

had not a want,

for a smoother smoo

he was nonchalant

Winter-Weight

His love is like a heavy coat in winter

She likes the warmth

but not the weight

Adirondack

There's a lonely Adirondack out back,

blistering.

Between a cocky sunrise and a jealous sunset

she is met

with a gaze always

waiting for the next wave.

Upon his grassy mound he sits

Approving dogs with gritty sticks,

and kites with smacking tails.

Blue by moonlight

blushing by dawn,

my lonely Adirondack's

salty embrace

welcomes my grateful frame

like a patient friend.

Speculate

Look all you like

But you won't find me,

I'm merely a spec

on your upholstery.

Just a little spec

on a big black stain,

where millions of specs

work hard to remain.

On Foot

He's like wearing

a pair of comfortable, old shoes.

But she yearns

to walk barefoot

Private Function

All you click clackers
you stem strokers
and wine sippers
All you scowlers
look-me-up-and-downers
you fake-chucklers
and pretentious talkers
All you name-droppers
brand-name exposers
and posers
All you food-disorders
self-obsessors
you - the new blackers
and chip stackers
All you blue blooders
cold hearters
and queue jumpers
All you snorters
you gold diggers
designer baby makers
and husband takers

Wave your hands in the air
Like you just don't care.