Tuesday 30 November 2010

Age

That old man over there in the flat cap,
he was once a David,

based on the classical Adonis archetype
massive hands,

Small cock, tucked up in its marble pubes,
fixed expression,

now he’s got half the pub at his feet, its that
kind of place

and the din from the jukey isn't quite enough
to muffle

the sound of his old heart, cranking like
a knackered mower,

the blades don’t cut the grass as much
as fold it.

But mock him at your peril young thick beard
he’s waiting

somewhere in a mirror for you, ready with his
huge hands.

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