POEM: The Long Weekend


Hey, thin lady

You’re thin –

I’m thin –

Why don’t we both

Take off our skin

And blend our bones together?

We’re sure to look exquisite

Once all our kinks have been ironed out

Through the sands of time

And our fleshless perfection

Is on show

At The Natural History Museum

A short aeon spent

As a private collection

Neither of us is likely

To forget

I know it’s not exactly

The week in Prague that you asked for

But some times

You just have to


And make do


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