A night spent with the invisible man.
No-one ever sees him.
He hangs like a nuclear shadow,
Blasted hard, as if an imprint on the the city walls.
He's just a little chap.
Made of out of tissue paper.
With a scarlet painted smile.
One rip, split lip.
Some fool left the window open.
The silly fellow blew away.
He was a little fickle.
Fancied a bit of slap and tickle.
She tickled him.
He slapped her hard.
She slapped him back.
That was the last she heard of him.
(C) LIVVI