She's An Old Man Poem by Craig Turner

She’s An Old Man

She’s an old man,
Murderee and junkie
She’s an old man,
Occupation in trees and bumble bees,
An old man you never see,
Reading the future in tea leaves

Get an eye and take up a transfixed gaze,
Glimpse at his old womanly translations,
He’s an old woman,
Who wont exist,
Pops out to salute rainbows,
A confused coy carp,
Kept in a glass in the window

She’s an old man,
Got shares in flea’s,
She’s an old man,
Keeps coffee in the deep freeze
An old woman you never see,
Has knobbly knees