down at the pickled gherkin,
grumpy chats with lugrubious ***
the doorman, and buys a raffle ticket..

happy sees his chance and in
past the exclamations!
past the snake skin and silver spur-

a blur of paw-the chase is on..
under the tables
under the chairs

a sleight pause for
a ham and cress
and past the slots

past the snug
around the waitress
past the dart board

past the band-
johny crash and the sad
past ernie

past the bar
past the kitchen
past the television

past the raffle prizes
and champagne
past the past-

the authorities gaining
but onto the dance floor
and clasps lovingly

around a cow-girls gyrating thigh
and some fancy footwork
where he is finally and rightly

collared-literally..amid acrimony
and apology
he is led away..

but for a swan song
he drops like a stone
to a puddle of larger

immovable but for a long
pink tongue
ambrosia..

scene three-
mum-he did it again?!
happy but a price to pay..

same time next week then,
doctor, come on hap!-
(well,i never paid so much
to feel so unhappy
but i was never married)
let´s catch the bus..!

(scene two-a modern day
odyssey past urban waste land
graffiti of fray
the grey canal of hades-
the rain and cloud..
bricks and cement-it is
our stop..)

hello!mum?! we´re back-!
o how did it go?!
i laid out your cowboy suit-
all in black-it is line dancing
down at the gherkin-
dinners in the micro!?
he is bad, but happy is worse..

grumpy looks askance,
but doc, what of love,
beauty and giving-
romance..

what of faith and generous
ity..?
-a  brotherhood of man!?
(use the tissue box,please..)

happy´s laugh circles
like starving vulture-
loving betrayal-
boy,what a maroon..

no,not in this life
you have the lowest
common denominator
that is the street-

perfect a merciless stare
-you will accept
nothing but it all-
it is your ball..

to the manner born
my son
your choice
your *****..

grumpy at the psychoanalysts
bares his soul and sole:
scene one-

well,mummy thought i was
a prince-
but i was a monster

now,now, i´m a monster
who thinks he´s a prince..
i feel pointless

is there redemption doc?!
from this vicious circle
(tick-tock..!)

happy, in a neighbouring
antechamber
peruses ******-november-

-one ear upon the door
notes in the margin-
not..in..this..life..fatso...