Bland On Bland – Duet

Bland On Bland – The BookThe theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Duet“.

JVG was away this week and left Dr Pump in charge. Not words you see in a sentence all that often BUT what a great time was had by all.

Ed Bates has been off on sick leave for a couple of weeks (the “mexican flu” he claims), but this week I was lucky enough to have the awesome Barb Waters providing the guitar backing, have a listen to how it went below…

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They were, on all levels, an unlikely pair
It was clear she came from more rarefied air

They met at the morgue; their relationship nascent
Nothing in common ‘cept their drawers were adjacent

A socialite, even in death she was striking
While he was a bit too stiff for her liking

He showed no emotion; to her, he seemed frigid
While perhaps that was harsh, he did come across rigid

Neither one spoke, each kept to their drawer
You sensed she found him a bit of a bore

She came from Toorak, he, from the streets
They’d have never imagined they’d share the same sheets

Stripped of her jewellery he thought her quite drab
Still, both felt a spark as they lay on the slab

He was hit by a truck on the kerb where he slept
Nobody missed him, nobody wept

A bad oyster claimed her, the coroner said
Her husband sort solace in his secretary’s bed

Such disparate lives, yet they shared the same fate
Death makes no exceptions, does not demarcate

In a world where equality proves ever elusive
The morgue, as they found, is far more inclusive

Two lonely hearts on a slab, all alone
Her name was Daphne, his was ‘unknown’

© Copyright 2019 Ian Bland

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