Basement - Mcmanaman and Span

Basement

Don’t leave me alone with Bjork,
she is catching on the doorframe
she is singing from under the carpet
she is chalking the windows white.

I am click-kicking the door
and the basement is blackboard,
gum stuck to the stairs
I think of constellating road markings,
getting out from the scree and walking
like a building into traffic.

The earwigs and the boxes are edging in
the key is tpfhing like an eye socking out
and letting the moon in,
but I can see skeletons in the tree tops.
I know she is in here
setting up clock hands

letting the pendulum swing.
She is under the eiderdown but wrapped in plastic
she is coat sleeves chuffing my chin.

Don’t leave me alone with Bjork,
its all too animating
she is a gargoyle and her sounds have me
scritting..