It was the emergency room
He recognised them all
Some looked very happy
Some looked concerned
Some were crying
Some making prayerful gestures
But none looked like sugarman
He was too busy milking the
Lifeblood out of someone else

It was totally unexpected
He was her first for so long
But she cast him out into
The raging tempest of the cruel sea
Where serpent and sirens devour
And she found him on the same
Shore amongst the rocks.... without rage....
He had returned to her happy and unscathed
And as their hearts embraced
She whispered softly in his ear
Ironically you have come back
From the same place that I have been

For love

A million positions available

Requirements

A curriculum vitae

Not perfect in its application

Remuneration

A labour of glorious returns

Why are you like that my children ask
Climb into my head I said
And you will find
I'm not afraid of you
And you are not afraid of me

As the revered taste of the Cuban
expertly rolls from his tongue
And the frivolous sounds of his friends and associates whisk
past his ears
And the bouquet of the wood cling to his pallette
The judge reminds himself ironically
As he confides in his  glittering blanket high above
Even retrospection is a needless visitor
And introspection is of no use
When you've brought the gavel down on your own life
And condemned yourself
to a Beachwood bench in the middle of nowhere
Where nobody gives a ****