It happened on the beach
One afternoon in the
sun
It happened in the
shower
When the day was done
It happened in the car
Parked in the
multistory
It happened on the
sofa
Watching Toy Story
It happened on a bench
One night in the park
It happened at the
pictures
On the back row in the
dark
It happened on an
airplane
I’m sure it will again
It happened in a bus
shelter
One night in the rain
It happened in a taxi
On the way to waterloo
I got that empty
feeling
Because I’m missing you
I’ve had my eyes tested
And I am 20/20
I am not short sighted
Nor long sighted
My eyes are healthy
There is no glaucoma
No floaters
Nor cataracts
My sight is perfect
So why is it
When I look at you
I see an angel
When you are anything
but
I asked the optician
Why, with such perfect
vision,
Can I not see
betrayal?
He told me
That I have perfect
vision
Its just rose tinted
How I look back with regret
At that summer long
ago
A sultry sensual
summer
A time of sexual
awakening
When I was on the
threshold,
The blossoming of
womanhood
And how I curse the
time
I wasted on you
All those hours in
your room
Listening to your
music,
Your creative juices
at work
Your incessant toe
tapping
And finger clicking
To your tuneless
efforts
Played on the out of
tune guitar
That accompanied your
juvenile
Angst ridden ramblings
“The music of your
soul”
Was what you called it
God you were
pretentious
Even for a teenager it
was extreme
You were self
obsessed,
Self regarding, self
centred
Self absorbed, self
deluded
Egocentric and
narcissistic
In fact if the word
“Narcissism” hadn’t
existed
They would have had to
Invent it just for you
If only you had
realised
I wanted to make music
with you
Raw unscripted
passionate music
An ardent duet,
Fervently reprised
I had creative juices
I had creative juices
to spare
I had a song of
teenage want
About a frustrated
nymphet
In lust with a
pretentious musician
Who would rather
finger his fret!!
Well I had urges
And I was left
unsatisfied
By your excruciating
folk
And your mournful
dirges,
You called me your
muse
Like I should be
flattered
I didn’t want to be
your muse
I wanted to be your
groupie
I panted at you in
desire
I dressed
provocatively
I hinted at my lusty
inclinations
I suggested you play
my body
Like an instrument
But the sexual
connotation,
Like everything else,
was lost on you
And I remained
unsullied
That sultry sensual
summer long ago
When I reflect back
On our time together
People were amazed
By my patience
And my quiet resolve
To maintain,
The status quo.
Such forbearance
And fortitude
In the face
Of her constant
betrayals
My endurance
And boundless
tolerance
Astounded everyone
But to claim any
virtue
Would be dishonest
Because it was so
calculated
I was not blind
To her indiscretions.
And to our friends
My capacity for forgiveness
Seemed to far exceed
Her ability to shame
me
But it was I
Who was the dishonest
one
I maintained an air
Of cool dispassion
In an effort
To give her space
And freedom
So as not to drive her
away
I wore the mask
Of the patient husband
But my noble efforts
Were in vain
As I appeared to her,
Merely indifferent
And I drove her away
anyway
I should have been
honest
True to my feelings
I should have
discarded
All pretence
And removed the mask
Ahla was very cute and sweet
And she worked at the sweetshop
An appropriate occupation
For such a confection
I asked her out one
day
And too my surprise
she said yes
But on our first date
I found
She was not so cute
and sweet
But was rather
deliciously sinful
And she gave me a
proper treat
But I wasn’t the first
to dip his liquorice
In that particular
fountain
Every lad with a sweet
tooth
Had sampled her pick
and mix
Even the oldies with a
taste for soft centres
Had tried her Turkish
delight
But I didn’t mind
sharing
After all a bag of
candy goes a long way
But I had to draw the
line
When I heard about
Bertie Bassett
With whom she did
Allsorts
Dear lost and found
Can you please assist?
Lost – one heart
In poor general
condition
Broken repeatedly
Repaired shoddily
(Too many times to
count)
It is a good heart
Generous in proportion
True and steady
Not of fickle
disposition
A trusting heart
A heart given freely
Last possessed by
Julie
Heart was last seen
Being trodden
underfoot
By previous keeper
