DOCTRINE OF MOTION

Terence Winch

Sat all alone under the umbrella and talked
had fun all right, until the drunken husband
came home and played some ball, then disappeared
threw firecrackers around the fat man in the kitchen

Wondered just how the ancients would behave
wiped their noses on their sleeves
sipped their Vodka tonics, as did I
threw everyone out, lined up at the video store

Showed us their equipment and secret passageways
startled when objects came flying down the stairs