Magazine article The Spectator

Anniversary Serenade

Magazine article The Spectator

Anniversary Serenade

Article excerpt

You are my alcohol and nicotine,

My silver flask and cigarette machine.

You watch and scratch my back, you scrub me clean.

I mumble but you still know what I mean.

Know what I mean?

You read my thoughts, you see what I have seen.

You are my egg-flip and my ego trip,

My passion-fruit soufflé and strawberry whip.

When the dawn comes to catch you on the hip

I taste the sweet light on my fingertip.

My fingertip?

I lift it to my quivering lips and sip.

Homecoming Queen and mother of our two

Smart daughters who, thank God, take after you,

This house depends on what you say and do -

And all you do is wise and say is true.

And say is true?

True as a plumb-line or a billiard cue.

On from Byzantium to Cooch Behar

Our Messerschmitt two-seater bubble car,

Laden with foie gras and with caviare,

Follows the shining road to Shangri-la.

To Shangri-la?

With Blossom Dearie singing in the bar.

When the sun fades, the Earth will fly away.

Tell me it isn't happening today.

I have a debt of happiness to pay.

I die if you should leave, live if you stay. …

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