Last night, back in the olden days, I was a very different person- full of youth, optimism, extra cold Guinness and whiskey chaser. Last night, back in the olden days, it was all sorted out-
I’m sorry. I was wrong. Like when I bought the Guinness Book of Records from1992, 75 pence from a charity shop, in Cromer. A perfect gift for your, big birthday.
Under the avenues you licked me thin, stole my appetite and left nothing but your split peach mouth. Stalking supple vowels in silence I threw rocks at black faced garages, hoped their cry
Long haired girls skin tomatoes with their teeth at the bus stop beneath underpass. I can’t tell you what they wear, the colour of their hair, or numbers at the gathering.
We have a new housemate called Batman. Batman is a mouthwash blue Budgerigar; he lives in the living room next to my favourite armchair. Paul is teaching him to say dirty words.