Mechanised valentines.(“9”).

Watching oversea queues growing 

Out of those nose bags 

Worn by those that wished 

too conceal their complaint 

about mechanised valentine notes 

that plagued lovers of woeful sin. 

Delivering  nine months of regrets 

In fishnets armed with stockings 

On the asphalt of reclamation Yard 

sticks of recollection 

The rough end of high rise 

hill billy 


Automonous mechanical mountain

Never far removed from the lotion 

And crowds of boomers Lingering 

around emergency chemists 

for lingerie to enthusiasts 

Long looks to mothers Wheel of inventions.