Monday, 4 August 2008
I think Billy Big Steps is coming, but I need a bit longer for it to brew.
Feelings made louder by circumstance
And there is no other time when the kitchen floor
seems so necessary as when it should be the bathroom
you're heading for. Every bathroom has a memory
like this: of falling asleeps and the colour of vodka
or coke; of hours passed bruising the breastbone
and panting sorrys into amplifying porcelain.
And there is no other time when the thought of bed
is something too comforting to bear, and the harsh
adjustment of your body to tiles is a welcome distraction
from the way you look tonight, from the way you must
have sounded, from the look he gave you, from the thought
of sustenance and breakfast which will seem so necessary
but not for twelve long hours, three of which you'll lose
except for their impact on your pyjamas in the morning.
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