Rockford Files Are Cool

and then
we kissed

let’s not do that
again

next thing we know
I’ll be oiling your bike chain
you’ll be checking the price
of margarine
at seven supermarkets
I’ll shout at the neighbours
across fresh fences
inside their thirty quid gazebo

the cakes you made
will shout staleness
in my drinker’s face
all the aunts will descend
so will we
into the valley
of cabbage patch dolls
Nintendo crescendo

I don’t want to run away
with Cindy
the sexy sister
she’d bore me after sex
you’d know from the start
throw me out (again)
tell the girls
at weight watchers
what a pig I’d been
keep the house
the fat kids
my seven Rockford Files DVDs
I religiously taped
off UK Gold
that really would be the end

so you see
don’t kiss me
again
James Garner in a crisp shirt
means more to me
than a snog