Dedication Poeticus .

   
   
One For Him.  
   
   
   
The wireless toots a concoction    
of symphonic abortion, through    
a four Ohm mid-range loudspeaker  
you sit there mining    
through scraps of paper and board    
remembering your phonetics    
to tweak her  
   
Bashfully dripping the last drop    
of cheap scotch down your throat    
in the hope it'll tidy the red pop    
in your eyes, when it reminds you    
what you wanted to write yesterday    
or last night or the early morning    
   
The haze of second hand cigarette smoke    
is but an illusion of a burning mind    
truth be told    
it's hardly a poetic joke    
All you needed was to walk the damn dog    
there you would find    
some lass, you could use    
new words for    
prove you were a god.    
   
   
And One For Her.  
   

arched backs    
beautiful feet    
and perfect courage    
delivered    
like three blind mice    
and    
you'll be the butchers wife    
   
smash the roller out the ball    
and inscribe your    
torrent deep    
in the denial of    
who you are    
and the strength    
of just one ego    
truer than the rest    
   
I wouldn't need to    
tattoo my emotions    
across the cover    
of my book. But for you    
just this once    
in this psychopathic moment    
I will[.]    
   
I did repeatedly    
write every fantasy    
about you    
your talent    
and misgivings    
but I collared them    
   
unpublished.
   
   
   
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