Wednesday, 6 May 2009

I don't write poetry really

hey big spender
gender bender

always booking in a slurried slice of time -
pay as you go, i'm easy minutes.

but thunder clap, cold snap

your saccharine sugar-dipped honeys

they're easier money
their white flash hot-lipped high gloss photos
pungent pvc heels, thick slap

they don't know the time trap,
the top up friendship,
they don't mind being your nokia bill.

they're satisfied with diamond cheekbones

but wait and
see if you miss my dark-lashed

soft-focus florals,

no poker face - i fold.

Currently listening to Fred Astaire and Herman's Hermits.