HEROIC COUPLETS FOR AN ANTI HERO AND HIS HERO

Well yeah, well – bright in here.

Green walls – relaxing. Could do with a beer.

No, well, you see, that stuff –

Not mine. My God you’re buff!

It must have dropped into my pocket when

I fell while dancing – where’s the table gone?

Oh yes, it’s here; it’s what I’m leaning on.

I lost it for a mo.

Mmm yes, I understand the charge. I’m Joe

Selomotion. No, I didn’t make it up,
But I’ve lost my address – I know I drive a truck;

Though not right now, as you can see
Or else I could drive away, not have to be
Here, though it could be worse.
Gonna turn all this into a verse.
Not rap, poetry – you’re a handsome sort.
Will you be there when I’m up in court?
Your eyes, brown like a cup of tea just after the teabag comes out
Before you add the milk – and speckled like a trout.
That stuff – half an ounce, you say?
It’s personal use. That’s allowed, okay?
Not that it’s mine, no way.
Cannabis is bad
Go ask my mum. She’ll say I’m a nicely brought up lad.
Huh? What am I on?
What do you mean, my son?
I’m not stoned or even near
Takes more than an eighth of rubbish gear
To have any effect on me.
Not that I have – I don’t agree
With taking stuff to get me high
Is there any chance that I
Could get your private number?
Perhaps a private police box rhumba,
If you know what I mean.
I like a man in uniform. And green
For walls, relaxes me.
I need a sleep. This talking taxes me.

©Susan M Phillips 2008