Packing

Sweetheart, I know it's hackneyed
but I am shoving my guts
into a Billabong rucksack
in the hope that if I take them
on a mini-break
they will learn to behave.
And, yes, I might be listening
to E. John's 'guess that's why they call it the blues',
but nothing else cuts it these days.
I want you to listen to 'Nikita',
maybe 'Sacrifice -
these sum up to my liking.
If you put on 'Bennie and the Jets'
I'll kill you.
Somewhere between socks and razors,
I'm going to fold in fantasies
of your face
to make up for the
leaking shampoo,
a dirty mind
and too much space.