not here on Teignmouth Den
haha! the name for that cocktail drink
In Kavos way back when
Midori , Chambord, orange juice,
Amaretto and melon liqueur
Grenadine and vodka shots,
peach schnapps, maraschino and more
Perhaps it's just a brolly joke?
...Let's hold hands in the rain
...No need. I've got a brolly dear
Now don't be such a pain
...What goes up a chimney up
not down a chimney down?
...Not that tatty brolly dear.
Its bits are falling around
How is that a sculpture then…
a brolly in the ground?
No. It's a paper parasol
the sort that can be found
lined up on the bar in nitespots and clubs
on the edges of highball glass
to catch them as they stumble by;
the sad and drunken mass
who party on and party by
and party all night long.
Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves?
This sculpture says it's wrong
Two cocktail sticks for him and her
insist a carnal theme.
Amongst the kiddies' joyful art -
that's somehow out of tune
The pearl necklace is sinister;
it's meaning dark and rude.
If you don't know, your heart won't grieve
its message which is lewd
We've gone forth and multiplied far too much;
filled the earth with men and their poison.
We produce heavy metal and we burn carbon fuel.
Plastic mountains fill up the horizon.
Like Renoir's tangled mass of black
in his busy Paris street;
like the simple lines of a flock of them;
the vision of Magritte;
Susan Plover uses the same idea
to symbolise and present
that nothing lasts; to take more care.
Our planet is transient
a discord mid the harmony
so the wind will howl and roar
and tear this flimsy parasol
until it is no more
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