It's Your Birthday Is-It-Not? Poem by Mark Heathcote

If I am your first, you're 'doing fine, '
just drop to second gear, let me steer
better than my husband doing time-
in stir; and that is sincerity,
that boy is me being sincere.

It's your birthday is-it-not? Groans…
turn that vinyl record over again.
Marvin Gaye - Me and Mrs. Jones
ah, that stylus I can feel its tedium
how suitable, God, he's a comedian.

Looking over my red-dralon settee
I believe in miracles—only she,
she isn't a sexy thing, but it's nice
like sugar & spice, gripping her thighs
till every probing heartbeat satisfies.