the maid used to come

once a week
she's older now
and her last pair of stockings laddered stepping down from the bus

in a desperate bid to make some sense of his life

jim plays with himself and thinks about where the hell to store all these paintings

I liked the juxtaposition above - the rocking chair, the enlarged mouth
the fingers held up in a peace sign - or maybe just waiting for
something.

Can you give me a smoke-ring?

. . . Mark Robertson