Judy - Momus

Judy lights a cigarette, I walk her to my walk-up flat

With Repetto shoes, a chocolate hat

She looks like Marie Antoinette

Her tailor is an astronaut

And when she smiles I really ought

To tell her what I really thought

About her photograph

Judy’s laugh is like a rasp

Judy’s lips are bold as brass

Judy says she’s working class

Maybe through the looking glass

Blows a kiss, picks up a glass

Fills it from a secret flask

Slings it back and shyly asks

If she can take a bath

And I wonder why does sex

Always make me think of death?

Does it matter, I say no

There’s a thousand ways to come but only one to go

The sex is good, we speak of Yeats

His lucky loves, byzantine hates

And how before the pearly gates

He made St Peter sit and wait

While he made ready to create

Like some plenipotentate

Releasing fluids from his brain

Judy says she feels the same

A silence settles on the flowers

We are living golden hours

Like the carp that emperors

Keep to feel superior

And I wonder why does sex

Always make me think of death?

Does it matter, I say no

There’s a thousand ways to come but only one to go

Look within, the end begins

Only when beginning ends

Judy says, and smiles, and bends

And when she bends beneath her dress

Suddenly I see her breasts

It makes me stop and catch my breath

And I wonder why does sex

Always make me think of death?

The sex is good, we speak of Yeats

His lucky loves, byzantine hates

And how, before the pearly gates

He made St Peter sit and wait

And I wonder why does sex

Always make me think of death?

Does it matter, I say no

Cos there’s a thousand ways to come but only one to go