"IF YOU AIN'T A CHICKEN BABY...COME HERE!"

Comes home in tears
fortune teller in the flats

has assured her
that she is a lovely woman

and I am a very bad man
altogether

and she must
must leave me

to save her own
sanity.

I go to see the gypsy
get it straight from the horse's mouth.

She an old cartoon crone
straight out of Arthur Rackham.

She's got someone else's
future in her hand.

I wait in the living room
the usual nick-nacks

faded China dolls
from all over the world

and stuck in a corner
the latest Prince vinyl  

***** Mind...it's black shellac
peeping out of it stiff white sleeve.

Controversy still spanking
brand new.

Can't imagine her
giving Head a listen

or grooving to
Do It All Night.

Jack You Off....Do Me Baby
just not her - style somehow.

She smiles
"the grand childer's!"

Checks my hand
for what can be

wrung out of
the future.

She informs me
I am the nicest man  ever

but that I live with
a terrible woman altogether

and that I must
must leave her

to save
my sanity.

I leave
to save my sanity.

"Sure won't I be
seeing ya to the door!"

She sings sotto
voce to herself.

"Alright say, we'll put some funk on here
I'll jack you off
If you ain't a chicken baby, come here!"