Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Service me (1996)




Full on annual sexual MOT,
A gasping jalopy
Rolling on, I let your almond teeth
Clamp lost dignity,
And in an instinct-second, leave my rusty
Hasbeen liberty
And dissolved élan for feckless junkyard elegy.

Where they belong.

Miles behind me.


No comments:

Post a Comment