She dressed blackly

And took a fancy to the underside of river crossings
And southern-facing balconies
And she sung songs in slow motion
Lyrics from the Eighties
To Seattle-rock melodies
And sometimes stuff like, you know
Eagle Eye Cherry to Bob Marley
And of course, the obligatory
Tomorrow, Wendy

She freaks, she pauses
Mr. Eyebrow-Ring-Bandana-On-Wrist
Sings some sort of Save Tonight
What did she just write?
She didn’t write a thing
And nervously twists
Her (dual concentric)?
Stainless steel ring

I used to be a little girl
Smiles irony, she hopes
It’s a tough gig tonight
And she’s stretched for definition
But full of ammunition
Did she mean ambition?
Yet, pulling on a tartan skirt
And wondering if they’ve realised
That she’s wandered down to the riverside
And kind of, dematerialised

January 2009 Derek Wilson

~ by delboywilson on April 5, 2009.