A little lipstick
On the lips,
A little blusher
On the nose,
When my mother
Goes out shopping
I like to
Wear her clothes.

A cry,
A caw,
A nevermore.
Against a grey sky
Like a musical score -
Neatly arranged
And set out in rows,
On the branches of a tree
Is a ******
Of crows...

And there's a heart
Carved into
The bark of this tree
And
There's a bark from the dog
That's staring
At me,
Because the light had faded
As had the hope,
Of the boy in the boughs
At the end of his
Ro...

(Yet another re-write)
....


Of crocodiles
And betrayal,
Boudica's clad
In chain mail,
Cleopatra
 Uncorks
Another bottle,
Scythed-wheeled chariots
Going full throttle.

In gems and jewels
And golden bangles;
Crowns tilted
At jaunty angles.
Telling
Tales of lovers
And kingdoms lost,
And of
The clever men
They'd double-crossed
With ruby lips,
A breath of silk
And pert ******* bathed
In ***** milk,
Until the asp
And an axe
At a slender throat,
Then a sarcophagus
And
A wolfskin coat.

The Iceni queen
And Ptolemy's wife -
Whispering Sappho
In the
After-life;
Where they get
The giggles
About what happened
To Ceasar
And swap some bits of gossip
About
The Queen Of Sheba.

(Rewite)


An
Ocean
Of
Passion,
A libido
Pelagic
And
The
Wand
By
Her
Bed-
Side
Is
Poly-
Vinyl
And
Magic.