Nameless

© 2012 David Jasmin-Green

“I'm going now, Sarah-Jane, my love,
never to return,” I said blithely,
waving at you like a basket case on a day trip
from a hospital for the criminally inept.
“Ciao! Cheerio! Bye-bye, baby, bye-bye,”
I chirped, counterfeit cheerfully.

It was complicated;
though I tried to conceal my torment
and I was more than a trifle confused
I was taking the piss, of course.
Oh, I know I sort of promised
not to reveal your name, Sarah-Jane,
but fuck that - surely the world deserves
to know about your casual toxicity.

My my, it's amazing how much I picked up
and how many long-held illusions I joyfully shattered
during my triumphant departure.
The object of my scrutiny was bland, so-so,
same old same old, I thought,
but luscious all the same,
though I knew that all along.

All of a sudden the cataracts fell from my eyes.
I realised that the gaudy wrapper
draped around your tempting chocolate box
concealed a dark secret, a secret
more nauseating by far than the nasty surprise
hiding in your bloodstream,
dripping from your pouting lips
and furtively waiting to pounce
upon any unsuspecting lover boy
fool enough to penetrate the folds
of your thrusting, undeniably lovely
but potentially lethal groin.
Syphilis, my love, is not a pleasant 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 at that moment
beneath your well-groomed, over-sensual exterior,
I remember it well.
Oh, and at that fateful moment I believe
that you were Looney Tunes beyond repair,
but I'd had enough and I refused to be mesmerised
by your hungry 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 ruined,
and the mental strength I was once proud of
lay broken, scattered and destitute.
Wholly destroyed by your accusing eyes
I desperately tried to escape the glacier
cast like an icy net by your covetous heart.

Wisely I walked away, and I bloody well made haste,
wading through the frigid, too resistant air
as swiftly and completely as I could.
To protect myself I pretended indifference
to the spurious warmth you emanated
in a last ditch attempt to entice me back
into your sticky web
just long enough to freeze me solid
with your closet Gorgon glare.