No More Picture Postcard

Blood red lipstick:
Write your manifesto in six feet scrawl;
An angel with a dirty face,
Slingbacks and anoraks.

No more big wheels,
No more picture postcard,
Just needle-stuck and wolf-eyed.
The certainty of reverie

Kissed her on the mouth,
Full square on the mouth,
And took her breath far away,
Travelling hopefully. Unravelling

The savagery of youth –
‘Life’s too short to darn socks.’

Russell J Turner – January 2011