Jerrybaldy
03-22-2011, 09:08 PM
As I crossed your threshold
the traffic died dead stop.
In the silence you made me tea
your clock subdued a mild threat
to cuckoo.
I thought you may well be gay,
you brought me digestives
on a doylie with my tea,
your radio had a dial
and your wallpaper had a velvet brush.
Your friend Brian minced in the room
and I pictured you taking him
from behind,
but the traffic noise was gone
and a ballerina danced on glass
in a music box.
I had to leave soon,
there were targets to reach
money to be made
bastards to be sated,
but I wanted to stay
play a gramaphone
stroke the sulky cat
drink tea
dust the net curtains
and keep the current day
at bay.
the traffic died dead stop.
In the silence you made me tea
your clock subdued a mild threat
to cuckoo.
I thought you may well be gay,
you brought me digestives
on a doylie with my tea,
your radio had a dial
and your wallpaper had a velvet brush.
Your friend Brian minced in the room
and I pictured you taking him
from behind,
but the traffic noise was gone
and a ballerina danced on glass
in a music box.
I had to leave soon,
there were targets to reach
money to be made
bastards to be sated,
but I wanted to stay
play a gramaphone
stroke the sulky cat
drink tea
dust the net curtains
and keep the current day
at bay.