the red room

Revel in the red room. Hot spinning light circles

and spice dripping windows. Feet so sweet on

sandwich blankets. Smokes like rope around my

throat. Carpet walls and asylum lights. Words and

weed and ash in persian bowls.

Candlesticks and risky flames.

More than to wish im trapped or I love you. Less

than to leave the world on fire just to break our

curfew. Pay my debts or do my job. Dressing gowns on

park benches and running in glass rivers for a sip of

vodka.

Tight christmas lights around my waist. Red

lampshade sex and words and words and don’t

leave the room. Right light right time, right place

right mind. Blackscreen furnace and hard drives

blown. Indoor ivy and pudding on fire.

Rip down blinds on bricked up windows. Where’s

the door, come here I want you. Want your thick

sweat, your chesty cold. Want your hardline talk

and barcode coke. Heads on trees and veins on

branches. Hold me here and stir your sulphur.

Spiders and bank notes and marmite drudgery.

Words and rhymes and phrases like mine.

You want me. So hunt me.

Honey boys send me flowers at work.

So shoot me up and fuck me properly.