Behind the Curtains on a Slow Bus Home
"Travelling on the twenty-six bus...."
Friday afternoon 2pmSittingStandingMusic onMusic offAll the leafy lanesAnd car parked streetsBlinds down or drawnCurtains plain, chintz, washed or boiledThen there is closedWhy?Baby sleeping, Daddy shiftsOr Mummy tired Granny nodding and knittingUncle Ted wankingAuntie Pat masturbatingYes you heard me rightAll those sweet...