As we love we’ll be tripped
As we love we’ll be tripped
by a loss of such – no more
absolute attentions from a
lover – just sour guarantees
of failure – I watched Smith
[& his spite-beaten spouse]
gathering foods in Waitrose
[he knows so much ‘bout it
all – she’s sent by his voice –
Not that one – he sped aisle
to aisle to plunder] – Does a
love survive a flung order? –
I fail to empathise with any
couple bound by demands
from one or another to find
sublimity in a supermarket