She spent her youth in dazzling displays
Many a suitor to her court turned off
Found fault with those who dared
Some with bad body odour, she said
With smelling armpits and mouths
Now, she is a husband snatcher

Her excuses, many and spurious
They couldn’t afford her outlay
Thought herself high and pricey
Lest poverty follow her to matrimony
With hungry looking big-headed brood
So she looked out for a man of means

There you are in your new car
a convertible two seater
on the way to a nudie bar
an old bald headed cheater

At least, you would cheat if you could
but nobody takes the bait
did you really think they would
resign themselves to such a fate?

And now an errant puff of breeze
reveals a Donald Trump comb-over
a result which is bound to please
any girl who looks you over

we were down with it the other day
and i bit on a bit of cracked pepper
scrubbing linoleum tiles
doing my Hungarian sadhana
anger and heat mixing with
cold realities

no violins play where no one
dances

blue and red are primary colours
that sing with ruffled feathers
and spilled milk
we laugh
at ourselves
like children with dirty faces
and scraped knees, angels with nothing
up our sleeves

passion is a trembling shell
we put to our ears
and night rolls away the stars.

.

who can tell if
together we will be
better than the first taste of
new season avocados
seen on hills
above sills of windows
where we lay
in mourning