2nd January 2014

Sonnet 60

Laydees, just 'cos 50's no far-off shore

Our sex lives can't meet with a peaceful end:

(As they did at 30 for us before

We'd long retirements with which to  contend)

My libido blinks with  deceiving light

Through time and space from a long dead star; crowned

Good Queen GILF* and yet still this losing fight

Holding back waves of old age that confound

Baby Boomer's birthright: eternal youth

Necessitating much botox to brow,

What's time but dead cells obscuring the truth?

Coitus desire - now that's harder to mow,

    For stars must live  (my dementia's last stand?)

    By Viagra's iatrogenic**  hand.


*Granny I'd Like To F***

**Disease caused, not cured, by medical intervention (as described by Austrian philosopher Ivan Illich in the 1970's).