To Your New Found High Heel

Punish the monkey.

Graydon tells me you’re

Getting along sweet with your tinsels,

Colours and, in love, your new found friends.

Leaving ends, I clear out the batteries

And your memories I sell

 

For what they will fetch –

Cos if I am to holler and damn them to Hell

They may end up in Heaven,

Cos that’s where you were going:

Heaven and your memories may

Take my life away

 

Leaving a space mown to let

And a dream of regret

Where we sat nose touching nose

Well, as well when down with viral flu,

Kissing sweet kissing till you eyes

Closed eyes on you.