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
travelling
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...fakely 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

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
if ya know
what I mean

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 dude

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
"It was...'

'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 mould

'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

into place
I kissed her
lovely face