THE BLOW-UP DOLL BLUES ...
If you could please accept this mail Dear John
It may or may not make things fail, Dear John
Opportunities only exist in retrospect
So there is no need to come off the rail, Dear John
First lose all, then lose that loss...
The writing on the wall wasn't in braille, Dear John
Like a doll, red-mouthed and nude
I could never be your female, Dear John
With a deflated longing that couldn't be blown up
The signs were pretty tell-tale, Dear John
The going's not so bad... it's the letting go...
So please, just remember to exhale... Dear John
TOM HENNEMANN writes, “I am a semi-retired book dealer that travels up and down the east coast of Australia in a campervan, catching the sun and surf, and reading and writing poetry."