Power down
Blasting a path with your body shape,
A Primitive Art walk,
A cave girl with a diamante club
And out for her prey.
With a high speed smile
When your mobile rings,
A verbal car chase
But it’s just a one way street
For the fact-strapped reporter.
“Is it true you…”
“No comment”.
“Have you ever…”
“No comment”.
Scandal is brewing,
Long distance telephoto shots
Of
Coffee at the hotel restaurant (and a man),
Tea in the country (and a man).
Damn you, Beautiful,
Better still on a glossy page
Just opposite an advert for a good hard drink.
The gin bottle picture
Laps on your shore
But you are aloof…
Fcuk,
You are Queen Cnut herself, you are -
You’re holding back a wave
That drowns so many in the end.
Bling, bling,
It’s your phone again, dear,
That multi-multi thing with a ring.
Now, call me old,
But I recall when a telephonic device
Was a bean can here
And a bean can there
And a single bit of string in the middle.
Turn it off,
Just turn it off for a second.
Listen to your heart
As it beats that rhythm -
That impeccable rhythm
Is called your life.