Broken chair

Hearts breaking are not

Shards of sorry coupes 

After a clumsy twirl To

See who is still watching

No, that's a new love that

Shatters you across the floor

Hearts break like chairs do

Becoming less and less

Comfortable over years

Attic-bound until holidays

Meant to be reupholstered

A rainy weekend projet

You keep remembering

Hearts break like a radio

Broadcasting mostly fuzz

But still able to find a station

If you give it a good shake

Not Yet Met

 In a rare moment of levity,

I found myself hanging from an ankle:

When you can do this, to me,

then you can have your way.

Impossible, you ate all the rich

food you could find, ended up

with a laser pointed at your toe,

nights of what is this oh god,

so I can't return what was not

a favour unless the favour descends.