Thursday, 16 June 2011

afternoon tea

Such a desperate look in his eyes
and hers not far behind
reflecting not the rain
nor the droplets of light
but the blue x of the sex shop
.... tonight there could be trouble
a TV game brings in the raffiest
from far flung villages
war paint and guernsey arrmoury
folded arm buffoonery
and it's only mid afternoon.
I check in to the local cafeteria
and a large pot of tea
is promptly placed afore me.
I stare out at the street
I stare out at nothing
I hear another siren
I tappity tap my fingerless gloves
I blow the steaming tea away
then close my eyes
and think of you