The wind's whistling

my mind's twisting

I was making myself the usual cup of tea

when the doorbell strangely rang



Because I've been up here for a while

I'm starting to feel tha monotony of a tower block

I'm not so manic now

I can uphold the weight of those neighbours

& she's lifting & throwing to the wall

the post-natal harmonies of youth

when this younger man - 25

advantageously took away her pride



I staggered shaking slowly to the door

Through the frosted panel I can see you

Your intentions as a salesman truly cush

You endeavoured as a psycho just to push

& whilst lifting & throwing to the wall

my puny structure of an ageing OAP

No reason why you chose my flat

breathing deeply in a trance