When we spilled from the church, the wedding guests watching to see you step out- You stood, grinning at the sky as if in conversation, 'today, my smile is wider than yours'
They're digging up the river bank; a big orange CAT purrs, stretches a mechanical paw clawing at the earth, they say it's to stop the floods but the willows look depressed,
Moon, you're a prison spot tonight, eye patch stare, white ember, you burn; a peep hole in my night. I was out looking for stars, hoping for Gabriel or the saucepan to come and scoop me up
Three lines was all it took, in a hand that wasn't mine. Not your usual white powder release- I wish for once it had've been those lines and not these.
Alright, I get it- you can swim I'm not here to race, yes, red face, I can see you - breast stroke, front crawling your way up the pool in your too tight garishly bright speedo