Poem based on Adrian Henri cut up - written Dec 09 - need help editing!
In the morning I drove home
without windscreen wipers
in the rain.
It didn't matter,
I knew that motorway.
It's where I hid from you.
It got boring then,
you didn't look.
I chased you all round London
on red buses with thick gloves that slid
into my handbag
one by one.
I asked for you in that tight outdoors
where smokers squeeze, clubbing.
There was a girl at school who walked
with her neck high
and I used to walk behind her
to see her shoulder blades beat, a metronome.
Green cardigan, white collar blouse, and the
grace of old eras.
How dare you make eyes at me
with your girlfriend sitting by you.
My heart can't quite believe you're real.
All the chasing, chasing, and then I threw you
to the ground and you giggled and I held you.
A Christmas Cactus almost in bloom.
A coffee cup held like a lady.
Fingers move firmly on strings.
American lady falls.
Birds fly in thick dark formation
Entertaining weary eco-troops.
I eat the chocolate Father Christmas one
tooth-bite at a time, making you last.
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