‘Jill'
I challenge the mirror
‘how much guts have you got?'

I like my courage
physical
I like my courage
with a dash of danger

In between insurance jobs
I've been watching
rock climbers
like game little spiders
on my local cliff

I've got no head for heights
but plenty of stomach
for trouble

trouble
deep other-folks trouble
to spark my engine
and pay my mortgage

and private trouble
oh, pretty trouble

to tidal-wave my bed

I'm waiting

I want you, trouble,
on the rocks.