THE LONG HELLO
I left
my memory
in a run-down hotel
all damp patches
& peeling
plaster
who am I?
wish
I knew
maybe I'm a salesman
traveling
in lady's underwear
naw...that
don't
seem right
I looked into the blur
that formed & unformed
before me
constructing
in my mind's eye
a Hollywood smile
that's all stage set
nothing behind it
but...fakily real
she had an Art Deco heart
she wore on her sleeve
bit frayed 'round the edges
and a laugh
that lingered
like perfume
'Hi, Petal! '
her lopsided grin
was all femme fatale
she spoke in Film Noir
I knew
the lingo
'Remember me? '
she sighed softly
as if caressing herself
remembering
me
caressing her
I sure wish I remembered
it in intimate detail
I'm a stickler for detail
this broad was slim
but with curves
in all the right places
if ya get my drift
her laugh was all
lightness and lavender
'Good...good! '
she cooed
'I see
your *******
is at least
listening!'
I involuntary
covered my crotch
with both hands
as if I was naked
I wish
she was
her curves flowed
like very runny honey
over the back of a spoon
trickling on to
the tip
of a tongue
she was strictly
yum as in
YUM!
then she went
all Cubist on me
as if
she'd been badly drawn
by that
Picasso artist fella
I felt like a 2-D drawing
as she approached me
in 3-D
my conscience found
its voice down behind
the back of the couch
it wheezed and wheedled
like it was Peter Lore
'Ouch! ' I ouched.
'Ok...ok! '
I announced
in a too loud voice
'I believe
I know...
....who done it! '
'It was...'
I stammered.
'It was...' I stuttered
'Cut it...Cutes! '
she snapped
like knicker elastic
'I guess we both know the score.'
she somehow contrived
allowed her dress to fall
to the floor
where it pooled at her feet
like a green silk puddle
'Hey has anybody told you
you look just like *** a chelli's
Birth(I burp) of Venus! '
'Cut the wise cracks Jack...
it was the drink
...done it! '
'You just had
one bottle of Baileys
too many! '
'But now...
it's finished...ya hear
...finished! '
she threw the bottle
over her naked shoulder.
I listened to her
in glorious
Technicolour hangover.
She poured her body
all around me
like jelly
in a mold
'Hung over sure...
but
I think I got the cure! '
her kiss was like
the last page of a ****
good Who...dun it!
finally falling
falling
falling
into place
I kissed her
lovely face