An Irish curse, an evil eye
and a packet of prawn heads wrapped up
in The Sun came home to roost:
the albatross round my neck had twins
and the world was a carnival trick:
the penny dropped, the balloon went up,
all ordinaries collapsed. A military band
with your name attached marched in
through a hole in my head.
Heart in déshabillé, mind in a sling,
and horoscope stuck on hold, I discovered
life wasn’t fun for a zombie.
How else explain how it is to be caught
in the rabbit trap called love?