(20 minute poetry)

Long Latin
soft satin smile.

temperament is everything
not all of us want anything
and some just like chatting
with the long Latin
soft satin smiling
whiling the time away
person

on a sun tanned,
say
England
Summer day

I'd like to while away
and while the cats away
oops
that was another blunder

the poet goes under for the
third and final time,

but it was good and it lasted
longer than it should

Long lashes flash messages
in another life when my sight was
perfect
I'd have read them

maybe
gone to bed then

Ha
memories of old men.

It's not really.

I'm crumpled and creased like Steptoe (deceased)

at least I still have my faculties,
the difficulty's in using them

more memories of old men

Like the long Latin soft smiling satin look.

think I read her in a book

took my breath away.

My life became a constant
theme tune,
Coronation Street
Steptoe and Son
worst of all,
Terry and June

I know they're not real
just situations
but I find myself
humming insanely
someone should
'brain me'
(the Northerners'll get that one)

It's not rocket science
not Beethoven either
and
I'd rather learn those
than
keep wrinkling my nose
at those awful themes
but it seems I will.