Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Birthday
The dial completes another cycle,
thirteen moons older, ever more jaded,
forty-three years, around
fifty thousand beers,
a youth well faded;
present from daughter, aged eight:
poem about death!
present from my darling wife:
nasal hair clippers,
I'd have settled for new slippers;
Off t' Eastbourne for a treat,
starlings dance aerially,
I sip a mug of steaming tea
and scoff fish 'n' chips at Qualisea;
Beached later on the couch,
booze has made me full,
I don't mind being forty-three:
I'm a super-annulated tree.