AN APOLOGY

said the brylcreamed
gent  with greencoaled
eyes:  Forgive me  for
loving you so deeply.
I apologise for adoring
your orange-lacquered
halo, for comparing your
figsoft  complexion to
death,  for expressing my
enthusiasm  for your cream
teeth, for dissipating
my reckless emotions in
the company  of your chairs.
Thank you  for the  delights
that you offer your mirrors.
May you continue to starch
your  linen, to wear pink
satin.  May you always tint
your lips when you drink
grey coffee. You  have flickered
my life with your
indifference. You have taught
me the meaning of lovelessness.
Now  I can find another plastic
goddess  to whom I can apologise