Moderato
She looks like a nice girl, from a lavatory emerging
I smiled at her nonchalantly as our paths converging
While reciting an Epistle – to the Bottlenose a dream
Called Recipe for pudding of barracuda ice-cream.
“Talking dolphins, gosh! Well that’s so upper crust
But don’t you poor blighters suffer, from paranoid mistrust?
Can be talkative and friendly, but psychotically ill
Thinking everyone you meet, is on a mission to kill?
I engaged her most cordially avoiding comment about
Over fishing and coastal population – controversial no doubt
I asked for her scent preference? But guessed that I can
Me thinks Yves Saint Laurent or maybe Paco Rabanne?
With simpering and embellished sybaritic glee
As when I partied richly – in the Drake Passage sea,
I had so cleverly endeavoured, to flip the conversation
From her prognosis most absurd to adult castration.
It’s more about ideology, than justice she said!
What? Envied on squid bits – I’m now losing the thread.
“So you’re in films, yes”, “No I’m a dolphin” I replied
We chatted more about fashion and of course, genocide!
Watch this freak show unfurl, or take me back to the start
Like a blood tap in the chest, plugged into the heart.
I’m a professional killer; I think that what she said
Neither shocked nor surprised, she was – awfully well bred,
Your ancestral heritage is an illusion of the mind
Is it not the random factor – although a bugger to find,
I spend too long, living in the ocean quarter
Always awaiting, the impending slaughter;
The illumination of shadows, predicts calendar marks
Accustomed to danger – well I swim with the sharks!
In the Gardens of Paradise, she learnt to dance
A divine emissary from an era of romance?
Puddles reflect the moon, from the surface of the street
See the Fishery agent spies – the officially sanctioned heat
They’re desktop surfing, from the nave to the steeple
It’s authorized living, for unauthorized people,
While in-laws and outlaws, compete on breaking waves
Her large eyes violated me, I’m standing on graves.
Drinking and cavorting, until lust-time to undress
I forgot to exit – Oh! Heaven forgive my vulgarness;
She fired an arrow of consequence, but I hoped she’d missed
I laughed, I hissed, we pondered, yeah…………we kissed.
Sweat dirty sex entertainment with no indolence of sorrow
Yes I too saw the nihilists – the occupancies of tomorrow;
Where propaganda abounds in both cities and towns
Still eat fish pie at prime time and avoid the street clowns.
Have you appeared in any films I might have seen?
She does have issues with hearing, that’s easy to glean
Anyone that dangerous – too attractive to haggar
Until she did grasp, a chocolate bejewelled dagger!!!
Her eyes flashed with passion and such murderous glee
Tis was then I did scamper, jump back into the sea.
Last time indubitably – that I‘d ever seen her
I was swimming around in circles, just off the Marina,
Well assassins they come and assassins they do try
Like this envoy de danger! But I was far too sly.
