If you serenade your lover
With other people's voices
Then she's only staying with you
If she has no other choices

The house
stands open to the weather.
Walls cracked;
roof collapsing
A mildewed teddy bear
moulders
in the crumbling fireplace.

Woodwormed floorboards;
rotting stairs.
Glass in the windows
shattered
like broken dreams
and everywhere
the sour smell
of regret
and lost ambition.

10th February 2017

With disarming charm
He took my arm
He also took my leg
He cracked my skull
Like a thin shelled egg
And munched till he was full

Just 5 pounds a night
Good bed with breakfast  thrown in
Messy but dead cheap.

Hand in hand
Along the sand
Beneath the palms
Just you and me
Our severed arms
Roll gently to the sea

You're my sunlight in my darkness
The rainbow in my rain
The snow on distant mountains  
We'll go walking there again

You're the apple in my apple pie.
You're the raisins in my scone.
When I'm with you it seems to me
that one and one is one

March 2017 and sometine 1985ish