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Terry Collett
Poems
Jul 2014
DON'T MIND THE MUTT.
Don't mind the mutt
Batel said
he's always barking
I moved into her flat
and closed the door
after me
the dog
was in the kitchen
barking through a wooden gate
I followed Batel
into her lounge
and she sat down
on a white sofa
and tapped it
for me
to sit down too
the mutt stopped barking
but whined
don't worry about the mutt
the worse he'll do
is licked you silly
she said
I looked about the roomΒ Β
coffee table
a sideboard
a dresser
a record player
and TV
and an armchair
tucked over
in a corner
and a few paintings
on the walls
or prints of paintings
what are you
having to drink?
She asked
what you got?
beer whiskey *****?
beer will be fine
I said
she got up
from the sofa
and went to the sideboard
and took out
a can of beer
and poured herself
a gin in a tall glass
and came back
to the sofa
and sat down
offering me the can
and sipped her gin
I ripped off the tab
and sipped
the warm beer
my husband's
on a long run today
won't be back
until late
she said
she crossed her legs
the short skirt
got shorter
her thighs got longer
he won't like it
me being here
I said
he doesn't know
she said
he might find out
she smiled
and sipped her glass
all he'll know is
that you came over
he won't mind
after all
you play chess with him
some evenings
she said
don't seem right
me here
sitting next to you
drinking his beer
while he's out there
driving in the long haul
you can always leave
she said
if your conscience
is eating at you
I sipped more beer
she leaned up close to me
her lips brushing my arm
setting me a tingling
my pecker stirred
my body warmed
so who are the paintings by?
I asked
don't know
he bought them
at some cheap sale
pretends he knows art
when he don't know
cat's ***
she sipped her gin
put a hand on my thigh
the pecker lifted
its head
like a blind snake
in a dark room
I mouthed more beer
eyeing her hand
moving up my leg
you got to be
any place?
she asked
I shook my head
and gulped down
the beer
no
no particular place to go
I said
my bed or here?
she said
I like the painting
of the seascape
I said
her hand
unzipped my fly
and the pecker
was building up big
her fingers
introduced themselves
kind of friendly like
I lay back
and closed my eyes
imaging palm trees
greeny sea and blue skies.
A MAN AND WOMAN AND PROMISES IN 1971.
Written by
Terry Collett
Sussex, England
(Sussex, England)
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