Stolen

Quick, slick and as sharply dressed
as a chic chic could be
she
was the only one that I could.
but would she see me?

Put on the light
John,
switch off the clock
the meter’s still running
and that is a shock

absorbing the atmoshpere
while we’re tucked up
and nearly here, there
where the Sun hits on the Moon,
and
the black prince of doom
fades away.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.