Monday 5 July 2021

Not Tonight

by Nick Gisburne



I’m sorry, not tonight, love, not inside
The shoes are not the problem, or the dress
I’ve spoken to the manager. I’ve tried
But nothing I could say would get a ‘yes’
Your twisted limbs are all the wrong way round
And somehow you are missing half a head
Unless your vital organs can be found
Be sensible. Accept it. You are dead
Agreed, you’re looking wonderful in black
The bleeding clearly complements your skin
A heart and lungs are really all you lack
Without them, though, you won’t be coming in
    The rules are simple, sensible and fair
    No drugs. No people savaged by a bear