Arms folded, shoulders hunched
You unfasten the clasp on your bag
Didn't you have time to fix your hair
Though I must say that it goes rather well
With the early morning cappuccino
Drip drop, steam froth, a shake
Of chocolate topping, and a blueberry
Bilberry muffin; oh no you've asked
For the takeaway, two to go
Your friend, similarly arranged hair
She could be your daughter, except
I guess you are both about the same age,
Way less old than the guy with the full English
If I smoked a cigarette
I'd take a pack of twenty
If I drank just to forget
I'd make sure I got my plenty
If I chew a liquorice sweet
I'd consume the whole damned packet
If I buy a suit so neat
I'd say, go on; wrap a second jacket
If I washed a sock or two
I'd make oddness from a pair
If I lived like some folk do
I'd stumble to find one so rare
If I loved a love so true
Only then my love would I dare
On the cusp of sleep
There lives the single word
Or the phrases of monogamy
On the upheld unknown journey
Accompaniment is wayward
Yet welcome, bringing to life
Though not to be spoken
It is wielded by the unforgiving saint
On the break of day a pencil
Is gripped before a wipe of the eye
The ringing is all
Inside of the ears, the endless
Tingle of the damned infernal
From one big open space
To another
Down one long road
Without cloud to smother
Headlights, tail lights
Caffeine to recover
The radio plays
He ain’t heavy he's my brother
Into one small room
From another
It'll be breakfast soon
Without your lover
Nor neither his pink Cadillac
Three layers of reflection
Several hues of blue collected
On glazed vases once rejected
Falling tip-toe short of perfection
Three stares into perception
More news of crews defected
On trade cruisers once inspected
Stalling tip-toe short of deception
Three pairs, fares for inspection
Declared their turn is now affected
On laid up messages once again erected
Calling tip-toe short of duties detection
In the triple-glazed condo extension
