first date in oven
I turned up the heat
‘love-me-not, or forever’ (you who first anointed me ‘Crazy Eyes’)
I didn’t cook her goose
just wanted to talk
|she wanted medium rear|
‘you’re too smashed my love’
she said with a shove
‘bangs don’t suit my face at all’ (poet’s note – Hair bangs…. I realize now that a lot of my words have been prone to misinterpretation)
the fox served me up
with a spoon of M*A*S*H
but forgot about the bread
her voice in my head
“bang bang babe you’re dead
it’s omelettes for you, dear”
‘To be or knot too?
Alas, poor Yorick’
Is what I should have sung
but, this came instead –
The Count Dracula
and a tall vault of ketchup
/disengaging Johnny Walkers. equipping Kevlar. entering ‘sedok… nah’ mode/ ?! Punctuation error!? -compensation in progress … Adjusting for inflation … please wait …
(so who really knows
how the story really goes, yeah?
when Big Bang Mama is a crash crash crash?)
No Shit Sherlock
Is still lost
within the wall within the firewall within the wall
searching for the Sauce
…
Sheh sheh sheh… Beijing
Forbidden and kinky
now that it has lost its monkey
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