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Apr 5 · 103
Mourning and Moaning
Rich Hues Apr 5
Churches love an echo
Like a riot loves a crowd,
The bereaved were doing sombre
But she was doing loud,
The old man was in his coffin
Her lover couldn't make her stop,
In flagrante in the vestry
The wealthy widow was on top.
Apr 3 · 353
Five Dorrah
Rich Hues Apr 3
I want obedience
With deep brown eyes,
Half my age
And a third my size,
Slim when thirty
And still good looking,
Fraigrant rice,
Stir-fry cooking,
I want what The West can't provide,
I'm in love with my dad's
Teenage, Thai bride.
Jan 29 · 482
First Sight
Rich Hues Jan 29
She's wearing glasses and sits behind glass,
    He's wearing gloves; blue eyes in a mask,
    The note:   "I haz Gun?" - hastily written,
    Brown eyes meet blue eyes. The brown eyes are smitten.

    In the distance, The Sweeney, all tongs and hammer,
    She's fixing his spelling, correcting his grammar,
    He's expecting used fivers stuffed in a sack,
    But she writes down her number, she slides the note back.

    Outside: The driver's impatiently waiting.
    Inside:  Wide open,  blue eyes dilating,
    Then he runs, glancing back, and he's out in the rain,
    From the display case - a sigh - she'll never see him again.

    But at the end of her shift and in less of a hurry,
    In a whistle with some flowers - he takes her out for a curry.
Jan 26 · 385
The Sicilian
Rich Hues Jan 26
Straight backed, expressionless and completely serene,
Somewhat wooden and as black as her queen,
He knew she was trouble, he'd met her type before,
She moved to c5 after he'd moved **** to e4.
Jan 21 · 526
Dog
Rich Hues Jan 21
Dog
A heart carved into the bark of a tree,
A bark from my dog by the side of my knee,
The light had faded,
So too had the hope
Of the boy in the boughs
At the end of his rope.
In  hindsight a little similar to Belle and Sebastian's ' we rule the school'.  Not a deliberate copy -possibly subconscious.  Possibly also different subject too.  29 jan 2019
Jan 13 · 794
Cosi Fan Tutte
Rich Hues Jan 13
She is slung like her Blahniks,
   While her chair wears her jacket
And her fingernails play Orpheus
    On a cigarette packet.

A cold goddess in stone
   And in a flounce of french lace,
Gravelled footsteps don't move
   Her resting-*****-face.

So I announce my arrival
   With an unconfident cough,
Her eyes still on the sunset,
   She tells me to...
               *******.
Jan 8 · 534
The Pale Fairy
Rich Hues Jan 8
Morphine,
  Like her sister, Absinthe,  has a slender, glass waist,
  But she is not as green,
  And lacks taste.

  Last night I had a conversation with my father.
  He has been dead for years
  And was asking if I'd seen his keys.

  I woke worrying about what had happened to these.
Rich Hues Jan 7
The BBC have a new weather girl,
Her hair is blond and her necklace... pearl,
She warns bearded fishermen about rough seas,
While I stand here with my boxers,
Around my knees.
Rich Hues Jan 7
The cornflowers, homicidal,
Dance for Alice Weidel,
In a new world built
Of blood and BRICs,
Beneath an axe bound
By a bunch of sticks,
Young men marching
Dressed in black.

While you weren't watching
- We came back.
Jan 5 · 335
The Spider's Palace
Rich Hues Jan 5
The ward sleeps six,
Strangers wrapped in white
And strung on rubber tubes like sleeping marionettes,
And at night,
We listen to each other scream.
Screams that cut through morphine.
Dec 2018 · 577
Some
Rich Hues Dec 2018
Some are friendly and like to be kissed,
Some are lonely and cut their own wrists,
But some have found,
When a man is around,
That it's surprisingly easy to walk into a fist.
Jun 2018 · 744
Getting On
Rich Hues Jun 2018
She has a kind face and wears glasses with a tortoiseshell coloured rim,
   And has a tortoiseshell coloured thing on her lip that could really do with a trim,
    Which, when she is thinking, she flicks with the tip of her tongue,
   And she says she isn't sixty years old, she says she is sixty years young.

    In bed she wears a laced corset of patent red leather,
    That concertinas the skin on her chest where it presses her ******* together,
    And though she's three times my age she says it isn't a barrier,
   And it's not because she is very rich that I say yes when she asks me to marry her.
Jun 2018 · 105
The Kitchen Table
Rich Hues Jun 2018
Life is a mother-in-law... pleasant at first,
But then in creeps doubt,
You feel you'll be found out,
And then you feel bad,
And wonder who'll be more mad,
Your wife...  or her dad?

— The End —