Don’t think I can’t see you

thumbing your nose

at my reputation

Lady-of-the-Tennyson poem
You should know I am here

trumping Gas and Fuel ugly

Lame water feature, flat screen

no one loved

Volcanoes of bluestone

have given me up like a martyr

River pebbles

will carry you downstream

Just you dare
How many times

have I watched you

cocooned in a spider’s web

Hair down your back

to attract some dude   
Four gray walls    Four gray towers

Background scenery in your book

You can’t bear to look at me these days

Straining to see the reflection

of some flaneur punting up the Yarra
Remember, I am most dramatic

in silhouette at night

When white lights shoot shards

that should have been

Black suits imagine they’re in

some piazza in Rome as they sip

Pinot Gris, order tapas

Not that you can see 
After a hard day on Collins

Off home to tuck the baby in

Kiss the wife Goodnight

Maybe more

Not for you, my dear
Back to your fantasy

Tapestry with the gaps

Peep through my honeycomb, Madam,

You’re done