Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Ed Cases
Words flow like a river,
thoughts freed from common sense,
some are dense, some so clever,
some witty, yet others tense,
'That's way too far!' I overhear her say
to a guy linking his arm with hers,
she's not in the mood; not today:
'I have not slept for forty hours!'
'Liqueur in the front, Poker in the rear,'
a comic quips, eager to please,
'Hey, Dan, you've got an ear-
wig,' says his lover for a wheeze,
'Sorry, Ollie, I've pissed in your bath!'
'This is how I make my living'
'I haven't really - I'm having a laugh',
'Have you seen those Penny Spubb women?'
a nutter tries to crush my hand
at Fingers Piano Bar at five a.m.,
American Pie playing in the background,
the greatest sounds, the drunkest men.
'Winston Churchill was Jack The Ripper!'
Andrew O'Neill's sure he can prove it's so,
Johnny Vegas / Daniel Kitson: who's hipper?,
we oil debate with alcohol,
so many shows, you start to drown
till even the absent seem unhinged,
proclaims the biggest billboard in town:
'Tim Vine is not appearing at this year's Fringe!'
Copyright: Oliver's Poetry 2006-7