At the fountain
by Nelson’s Column
you met Julie
in mini skirt
and bright
red top
her hair hugged
into a ponytail
a copy of Sgt Pepper’s
under her arm
you in jeans
and open necked shirt
came across to her
standing there
looking into the fountain’s water
sorry I’m late
you said
missed my train
no problem
she said
bought my own Beatles' LP
and she held it out to you
friends say it's neat
and way out
she added
as you scanned
the sleeve
where we going?
you asked
drink I must have a drink
she said
how’s things
at the hospital?
usual stuff: treatment
drugs to get me
off drugs
therapy
psychiatrists
nurses
and so on
you?
she asked
I’m ok
you said
ok is crap
ok is boring
is mediocre
life either *****
or it’s exciting
and over the top
she said
the Square was crowded
people
and pigeons
and water
and sun
and sky
and mixture
of perfumes
and bus fumes
let’s get that drink
she said
and so you went off
to a bar off
Trafalgar Square
and ordered two drinks
and sat outside
in the sunshine
I think the fat nurse
on my ward suspects us
she said
suspects what?
you asked
you and me
and that small room
o that
you said
she took out
a cigarette pack
and took out
two cigarettes
and gave one
to you and lit
them both
think she’s jealous
or envious
Julie said smiling
free love
makes some women angry
Schopenhauer said
somewhere
that wives and ******
despise women
who give ***
away free
it undermines
their contracts
how’s Jamie?
you asked
still locked up
she said
they claim
he was supplying
but he wasn’t
they ******* him up
she inhaled
and searched
your eyes
you still playing
your saxophone?
yes
you said
I practice everyday
annoys
the neighbours
sometimes
but got to
keep up with it
and hone the skills
she sat legs crossed
her thighs exposed
her footwear bright
her fingers holding
the cigarette
the lips red
her eyes
like small mirrors
small **** pressed
against the red top
the memory
of that small room
off the ward
she and you
and brooms
and boxes
and such
and kisses
and ***
and on edge
for the door to open
but not overmuch.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
At the fountain
by Nelson’s Column
you met Julie
in mini skirt
and bright
red top
her hair hugged
into a ponytail
a copy of Sgt Pepper’s
under her arm
you in jeans
and open necked shirt
came across to her
standing there
looking into the fountain’s water
sorry I’m late
you said
missed my train
no problem
she said
bought my own Beatles' LP
and she held it out to you
friends say it's neat
and way out
she added
as you scanned
the sleeve
where we going?
you asked
drink I must have a drink
she said
how’s things
at the hospital?
usual stuff: treatment
drugs to get me
off drugs
therapy
psychiatrists
nurses
and so on
you?
she asked
I’m ok
you said
ok is crap
ok is boring
is mediocre
life either *****
or it’s exciting
and over the top
she said
the Square was crowded
people
and pigeons
and water
and sun
and sky
and mixture
of perfumes
and bus fumes
let’s get that drink
she said
and so you went off
to a bar off
Trafalgar Square
and ordered two drinks
and sat outside
in the sunshine
I think the fat nurse
on my ward suspects us
she said
suspects what?
you asked
you and me
and that small room
o that
you said
she took out
a cigarette pack
and took out
two cigarettes
and gave one
to you and lit
them both
think she’s jealous
or envious
Julie said smiling
free love
makes some women angry
Schopenhauer said
somewhere
that wives and ******
despise women
who give ***
away free
it undermines
their contracts
how’s Jamie?
you asked
still locked up
she said
they claim
he was supplying
but he wasn’t
they ******* him up
she inhaled
and searched
your eyes
you still playing
your saxophone?
yes
you said
I practice everyday
annoys
the neighbours
sometimes
but got to
keep up with it
and hone the skills
she sat legs crossed
her thighs exposed
her footwear bright
her fingers holding
the cigarette
the lips red
her eyes
like small mirrors
small **** pressed
against the red top
the memory
of that small room
off the ward
she and you
and brooms
and boxes
and such
and kisses
and ***
and on edge
for the door to open
but not overmuch.
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