Stop crying

I was slyly returning
all the semblances of honour
back onto the hearth
where we'd spilt breath
the night before

the ashes caught under
your kitten heels
why are you still asking me
what I meant by flux
get out of the log basket
bimbo

I meant that your thoughts
run like gravy going cold
only the other day
your thoughts sat on my tie
all the way through
an important misting

unanimously I vote
to boycott your tantrums
the customer is bored
and is spreading their spend
in eco-patterns

oh no point in carping
on about the argument
when there's so much
pavy crazing to be done
poodle pie

here. take this ember
it has your name on it
stop crying
it looks bad
on my cv