When Wild Honey is Not Always the Sweetest

I suppose at a push
or a pinch or a shove ..
We could try to
survive on the cheap ..
Like the students
down at the harbour ..
I hear they thrive on
goats cheese,
Retsina, yesterday’s
crusts and wild honey ..
With maybe, a handful
of pills thrown in
just for good measure
at weekends ..
And if we only go out
in the evening my love,
when the sun has gone ..
Your skin
and complexion will
both surely stay white
and unsullied ..
The envy again, of all
those in the ghetto
we are both somehow,
each tied to ..
Then, while you are busy
tie-dying, shampooing
and preening ..
I shall focus entirely on
love songs,
our survival and poetry ..