Said she had no sense
of humour

Thought she was joking
ironic

Certainly got bored 
as my shirts creased up

Meet you here, there, everywhere
Just never in the place
I wait impatiently
like we've arranged to break in 
to the asylum through the front door

Just one more
trouble is
they're not cornettos
at least they don't seem to be
as they spray over the back seat

Just one more
denial
as the cop shines his torch
in my face
Says they're fascist, male bastards
as they unlock the cuffs

Seems it never happened
and it was all a bad, bad dream
as we awake to the number on his shoulder 
on the official looking letter
on the mat
next to her broken shoe


© Ash Cheyne - October 2018