It flies in but hits the window
Drinks down and throws up
It lets the ink get too dry
Like a badly tuned guitar
Amorous counterparts like bees in a cockfight
Cockfights and cat-sreams
Old, really old friends at a bar
A closed window as it lays
All bare and red-faced
Bad coffee
Bad eggs
Bad toast
In bad taste
An intolerance, an insect committing incest
In bad taste, in high heels
In acronyms IHU and ILU and
It flies but hits the window
Drinks down and throws up
It lets the rain get too hard
Like a sad little lie
And making love out of a cardboard
In bad taste
The paint dries
And only black hearts survive.
London/June 10, 2012