Cold Coffee

Mike Bell/ October 7, 2016/ 0 comments

For SG

You would meet me after work,
for a drink, sat closer in Fitzrovia,
my years ahead start,
I hoped wasn’t my only appeal:

You know as men age our vanity grows,
and attention from younger people
is our tonic: a look, a smile, a touch,
such regards are our effortless sex,

because the real stuff hurts,
maintenance just court-ordered,
not even an act of concentration
can help us to keep up, perhaps drugs:

I could see what we were doing to you,
with such sugar daddy assurances,
we men, we perspicuous things,
we look upon your world,

as one-eyed kings.

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