Nameless

© 2012 David Jasmin-Green

“I'm going now, Sarah-Jane, never to return,” I said blithely,
waving like a fruit and nut case on a day trip
from a hospital for the criminally inept.
“Ciao! Cheerio! Bye-bye, baby, bye-bye!”
Though I was damaged I was taking the piss, of course.....
I know I sort of promised not to reveal your name, but fuck that;
surely all the world deserves to know the details of your casual toxicity.

My, it's amazing how much I managed to pick up
during the transient moment of my departure.
Generally speaking, as I recall
the object of my scrutiny was bland, so-so,
same old same old, I thought, but I knew that all along.
And then all of a sudden, it seemed,
I realised that the gaudy wrapper of your once tempting chocolate box
concealed a dark secret, a secret more terrible by far
than the awful surprise swimming through your bloodstream,
hiding behind your hungry, pouting lips
and furtively waiting to leap on unsuspecting lover boys
from the inviting folds of your thrusting, undeniably lovely
but unquestionably poisonous groin.
Syphilis, my love, is not an appropriate parting gift.

You remained quaint and trite, more delicate than you were prepared to admit,
but like yours truly you were as unforgiving as a bitter winter wind.
You were frighteningly ugly, my dear,
beneath that well-groomed, over-sensual exterior,
I remember it well.
Oh, and you were Looney Tunes beyond repair -
but I refused to ever again be mesmerised
by your lustful insect eyes.

I sighed once, long and sorrowful, and I knew in that instant
that I was less than nothing to you.
I was pre-packed meat made naked and ashamed
by your tight-lipped blood-lust.
My mind was a ruin, and my once magnificent strength
lay broken and scattered, destitute and derelict.
I was wholly destroyed by your accusing eyes,
by the unforgiving glacier poorly concealed in your heart.

So wisely I walked away, and I bloody well made haste,
wading through the suddenly too resistant air
as swiftly as I don't know what.
To protect myself, I suppose, I pretended indifference
to the counterfeit warmth you emanated
in an attempt to entice me into your sticky web one last time,
just long enough to freeze me solid
with your closet Gorgon glare.