Turquoise shadow.

What else can you do

but party and frolic

there’s only highs to maintain and abstain from

there’s only hello’s

and an obtainable diffidence

now we’re all as common as rock stars

we gotta drive porsche’s

wear tortoiseshell raybans

munch caviar for brunch

smoke gauloise and flex our suntans

but look ma my lungs

aren’t clogged up like in the nhs adverts

they’re just emphesemically receding

like a gentle swirl of seasurf…

I’m so old and tired of this world

I lived in the hope of innocence

But experience occurred

That’s why your unrequited whole enveloped me

And I soaked you up

Like winter skin soaks olive oil

That’s why I came into your ether

Like the dying breath

Of a leopard hot gazelle

In Christina rosetti’s bleak midwinter

Like the turquoise shadow

Of an African eclipse in Bristol

To have you make me

Stand on end

And puncture and animate my pastel aura

With electric shocks and crashes

Of van der graaf waves

Became the remains of my taste

The deign of my inference

The wild rain of wants

On the cold cracked dregs

of my sunburnt lips.