Felt like I was waving off a cruise ship
at a harbour side
destined for vicious, post honeymoon
dishes
as the memories of Mauritius beaches quickly fade
I couldn't decide,
make up my mind, whether to warn them,
that they may sink beneath their own weight,
as they go forth busily and procreate,
getting married at the same time.
throwing thier entire package of life together
almost shrink wrapped
this product of two
mouthing the words 'I do'
down the high street emerald aisles.



I watched concerned, in slippers
inturned by my stubborn, dogged
jaded determination to live alone
yes- Slippers
yes- Sliding
No-  Partner
Residing
Here.

watched the plasma flickers
of the happy together
of sky sports
and his wife, of sorts
sat down
beside herself writhing
in a new found bliss
I could net help but be vitriolic
as I frantically frolicked
a feeding frenzy anabolic ingestion
the automatic suggestive voice that speaks to me and says
“they wont last, give em a year”

theres me, nearly 40 and bitter
lager mouthed and on the way
to a doodlebug jitter
I often explode in loneliness
and text people on my phone
apparantly from the zone
of morbid self obcession
the list is getting shorter
of who to call when
tightrope tauter, noose around the neck
of the drunken mouthed words of what the heck
this pitiful life is all about
you sad and stubborn bugger!
you ear in the canal plugger!
of good things trying to get in.
you wig wearing, side combing, dainty little thing!
you could die in that sad armchair
with the dignity and flair of absolute zero
chilling a million ex girlfriends to the bone
your trail of burned out love affairs
gives you not the right to moan for the happy.