A poem was written by Gary Ablett and The Sociable Truth, and of it they spake thus "We've both been to Heathrow - but never together - we've both made love - but never together - we've both understood what it is to miss (targets and women) - but never together - we've both worn genes - but never together - we've both written poems - sometimes together... this one (however) is our child of mutual endeavour..."
The Heathrow Sperm Terminal
My quarantined genes
Jetlagged and mean
The air flight attendant charged me for excreting a future generation
(they might understand what I mean)
but stuck in transit, my transient load is still in Italy
miss me and wish me a safe homeward journey… despite always seeing the girls I left weeping in your closed eyes while you lay sleeping alone with your drug addled pilot who lay clutching his mobile phone
The pilot was dreaming of mixamatosis ?the rabbits that haunted his family home
He wished them all pestilence, sudden demise
As the tears from your eyes lamented my absence
My sperm? it turned up in the sack of another ?the tag on the bag read,
?destination: your heart?
but the transport plane that they sent it back on came down in the rain and the dark.
The tragic ending to our love’s aviation lay in pieces a?burning next to the station where I caught a train to the airport on waking
Only to find the morning was broken
Wonderful stuff.
It reminds me of my trans-atlantic sexy antics