| (Preamble…..) | |||
| All the poems I’ve written, the necks I have bitten | |||
| Didn’t make a winner of me | |||
| The cheekbones I’ve grazed, the names I’ve erased | |||
| Make these gun-lips unworthy of me | |||
| (The Story so far……..) | |||
| Did I dream you standing there | |||
| Drift my fingers through your hair | |||
| Smell the dampness on your skin | |||
| Discover what went on within | |||
| Or was it simply make believe | |||
| Weaving only to deceive | |||
| A spinning gambler’s card I played | |||
| In the ego game of time waylaid | |||
| I thought I was so clever too | |||
| To have won a pretty girl like you | |||
| I turned your head right from the start | |||
| I really thought I’d won your heart | |||
| I should have outgrown all of that | |||
| But older time begets, not wise | |||
| Though I was sure I was where it’s at | |||
| You really brought me down to size | |||
| And me the Hero- the Artist too | |||
| The Liberated Feminist Socialist who | |||
| Had read all the right books, knew how to please | |||
| Was wickedly shin-kicked, brought to my knees | |||
| You stood there above me, sunlight in your hair | |||
| I could almost forgive you standing there | |||
| But you smiled as you twisted your high-heeled shoe | |||
| In the space in my heart I’d opened for you | |||
| This pretty girl I thought I’d won | |||
| The face for all my stories spun | |||
| Had spun me through her fingers feel | |||
| And wound me round her spinning wheel | |||
| I who wove people into my life | |||
| And out again – quick as a knife | |||
| Got caught in the shuttle and before I knew | |||
| Was part of the pattern I’d woven for you | |||
| (What can we say……..) | |||
| Never trust an Artist with his magic box of oils | |||
| Never fence with a foxy lady | |||
| A fencer with unbuttoned foils | |||
| Never trust an Artist, a weatherman of words | |||
| Never leave your heart in your lovers hands | |||
| She’ll feed it to the birds |
