Absolutely No Idea

Terry Cherry had lost in love –

To him some uninvited fucker tore the glove

That fit so snugly;

But really we all know

It was like a badly fitting shoe

And she’d done what we really knew

Was best.

Terry Cherry’s plug was pulled –

The car he felt he’d borrowed stalled

Somewhere mid-country;

But really we all knew

The engine simply couldn’t be refuelled

And she’d hitched a ride to somewhere new.

Terry Cherry hadn’t anywhere to go.

His maps no longer read right so

He wandered idly

Looking for an edge, a discipline,

A shape to show him what he was missing –

He’d even lost the bag his life came in.

Terry Cherry stayed nowhere –

Existed in no safe past, present glare

Or future dream.

But really we all know

T.C. plays every part in this show

And faddish lovables come and go

To Hell.