A Room with a view

The  dust of these ridiculous slippers

Slip past the maroon room with a view

of a bay sunken under the railway line

and oh she said what a view!

Of the men ploughing in the garden

and maids going on the bay in boats

singing the forlorn songs of separation

and death to the being.

She picked up a flower indeed on a whiskey binge

there is more to lipstick than glam slam

of unearthly yeast working on the lips

and he kept on thinking for a long time,

long time indeed about her and me!


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