english women pine for a race
of long-lost telepathic men
who do not need to have each minute
detail
spelt out quite so clearly
english men just dose themselves
in nightly alcoholic penance
falling over dreaming of
a long-lost race of other women
ageing Amazons and older Swallows
eyeing one another
sadly, surreptitiously
in silence on each bus and train
the spirit of adventure beaten out
by bills and cars and junk mail
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haven't you forgotten something?
no, it's all here.
Never Going To Talk To Her Again by Wayne Myers