The inclusion of post-hate,
expression, on your face
was almost as nice as
the way you used to taste.
Major Facade took time out,
to remind me that you are gone,
who needs reason, whilst I let you wallow
in the patronising crumbs,
you gifted.

Altogether now, they move
arrangement to sit nearer, a little closer to
the bar.
Major Facade thinks it's
time for shits and giggles,
changing to conductor,
a brass band begins to play,
all this music filled with macho brute hate,
reminding me of the way you
used to taste,
and how the Eighties were
a play.

'Keep on walking'
a figure reckoned,
beckoned, night passed,
into day,
Major Facade stopped in
the game,
his eyes engage in, from time to time,
Whittle Work Wendy, (taking shot to blood)
'Oh how she was fine',
he remarked, questioning doubt about unmitigated love,
and Gung-Ho Gonzales paints Major his picture,
'Moving House' compressed into sculpture.

And some how this reminded me of the way
you used to taste.

H.Math circa 2005