Another from a series of poems (un)inspired by the names of small US towns

One afternoon in an art gallery. Two days at your Gran’s by the sea. Tea and cake in the expensive café at the top of the department store. Half an hour running across London

The noises she made: bad counterfeit of Hollywood squealing from films mostly starring Michael Douglas where the women huff like espresso machines

They will say I was having a laugh all the way to the end, dying alone in a green room, a book of my own poems in my lap.

My boots are useless as boots.

She stretches out on the bed, gown untied!

Minor edit and picture added Jan 17 It's not about how willing you are to give up your freedom, it's how willing you are to give up mine. Image was last used by the 'IMPERIAL FASCIST LEAGUE' ; this British Fascist Movement was led by Arnold Spencer Leese and operated from 1928 until 1939. I expect they won't be reading this.

But there’s no cake without an oven, no bread without much kneading. There’s no advancement in our lives that does not require some ceding.

The pawnbroker’s wife grew more and more exasperated with her husband’s laziness, but the more he slept, the more he was tired.

Nassau-Bahamas-March 07 Friday-March 2, 2007- Ft.Myers. Fl.