Standing on the Landing

Standing On The Landing

Blowing me a kiss

Hissing through pearl teeth a red wine smile

I’ll will go where ever I damn well please

Oh, please, don’t bother to phone me

I very much expect I shall be late

You know how these things go on, one thing leading to God knows who!

Hell’s teeth! is that the time

In a misting of Coco Chanel, she was gone

A clatter of heels across the hallway a loud slam of the door

Was followed by an engine’s roar

A clashing, crashing grating of resisting gears

Close to tears, I was regretting

Letting her take the car

Far be it from me to be so precious about my Lamborghini

We were both alone now  

The house was an empty, abandoned,silent

The cat and me have been left bereft

Standing on the landing, outside my bedroom door