Clowns + Love At Last + Gonzoid Bonzoid (Photo)
“You are looking through a skylight at chef’s preparing food for your ex’s wedding” accords 642 Things to Write About. Clowns Aah but that’s a fine meringue they make nowShaped lovelier like a white wedding dressFlouncing like the one she never wore for meThe cake tied with ribbon in a blue bow Her former face ... Clowns + Love At Last + Gonzoid Bonzoid (Photo)
Black News 
“You are looking through a skylight at chef’s preparing food for your ex’s wedding” accords 642 Things to Write About.
Clowns
Aah but that’s a fine meringue they make now
Shaped lovelier like a white wedding dress
Flouncing like the one she never wore for me
The cake tied with ribbon in a blue bow
Her former face laced with a veil somehow
Beneath that a new bouffant for the day
Making sure her bright smile doesn’t crack her face
Her favourite creams, lip stick and eye shadow
She was plainer in my day and younger
We shared very little conversation
Our physical acts enticed more than dream
But in the end her schemes came in stronger
There were things she wanted very much
A house, a mortgage, a dog and two kids
She could not say it, I did not want it
What were her words compared to her light touch
Where is she travelling to in that black car
And is there anyway I would stop it
Now that i’ve moved on to a new woman
As she has to a man more up to par
Than this daydreaming voyeuristic clown
Who was always ready to let her down
Richard Downes
2nd January 2021
(From the 642 series)
I thought i’d lost this poem through fingers not paying attention to file commands. Turned out I’d saved it but without a file name. So I reviewed my approach to the instruction and started noting this reply instead:
Love at Last
On your wedding day from my position
Looking back on my love unrequited
Thinking of my missed opportunities
I bring four women to my attention
Peeping through from the deepest mist of time
Christine; hobbling, fitting, looking just fine
You know that phrase it wasn’t her but me
She would never be a close friend of mine
Then those lost years with my heart like granite
Turned to grey stone by too much rejection
I wasn’t looking then for perfection
But I still turned down the buxom Janet
Next a dalliance with a girl named Sue
A friend confused about who she should choose
My manners and fear took no advantage
She took off with a scot and left me blue
Sue appears to be a popular name
Here was another one putting me in the frame
Another chance I could take or just leave
My lack of cool left me with yet more shame
Then there was the agonies of Jenny
Like the first Sue there was another man
Wanting to embrace a menage a trois
Truth remains I wasn’t getting any
Then just by that time I was giving up
The feast the repast I sat down to sup
Errrmm! Love at last
Richard Downes
2nd January 2021
(from the 642 series)
