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!