A Moment Later

My life, a moment later

was all that I could wish –

my wife, a tamed dictator,

my mistress, unsqueamish. 

 

My job – Ferrari driver.

My home – in St Tropez.

Not merely a survivor

but outrageously OK.

 

My profits – overwhelming.

My shares – a steep increase.

With every front door bell-ring

another Golden Fleece.

 

My children – high achievers.

My friends – Celebs you’d know

from pictures of their flawless

faces in Hello.

 

My parties – legendary.

My golf – miraculous.

My wit – incendiary.

My foreplay – fabulous.

 

My death, a moment later,

indefinitely postponed

by my well-disposed creator,

each perfect day re-cloned –

 

and stretching to the future,

as far as I could see,

a destiny peculiar

to me  to me  to me . . .





Published in Snakeskin 263, July/August 2019