How dare you come in here all 'human' doused in whisky with the pretence of inadequacy this is my pond, Zeus, you lightning brute, and not some kind of pecking ground - put me down,
Distracted creature, you come to love like a moth- a grey winged yearning to shake off your dust. Kissing beats at bulbed glass; blinking heart, better you had stayed in the dark
Before the smoke of this city sets a fog that settles and smudges on return, remember sitting in a pocket of time, soaking up the sunshine of a cuntry dwelling when, awoken by a gentle morning,
The strip lights triggered it- your stubborn jaw locks a dangerous tongue. Injured insect, horrid tickle, twitching on the floor of Superdrug. Your muted screaming
Yesterday I looked for traces of us in Billy's Rain. I stood in the mirror blanked by the reflection, by the stain of red lips and thought of you: There's a wine bottle, empty