Of mint in miracles

I was thirsty

You gave me salt

I was hungry

You gave me wax

I was happy

You found a fault

I was innocent

You gave me a smack

You gave me vinegar, stones and TV

You gave me plastic bags in trees

You gave me quantam mechanical devices

Which I use to photograph my cheese

You gave me loss

I gave my life

You were the boss

I was your wife

You gave me dust and sand and chemicals

You gave me fear and pain and hate

You gave me stress and jip and aggro

You gave me chemical drugs to take

You gave me instagrams
To bathe in

Whilst you went and
Jumped in a lake

I was choking

You gave me smoke

I was lonely

You gave me booze

I was lost 

You gave me maps

I was only

One of your fools

You gave me tantalizing signals

Turned me on and off like gas

I was floating like the scent

Of mint in miracles

You had me broken

Like a pane of shattered glass

I was sleeping

And you bled me

I was weeping

And you laughed.

Moscow – 21/4/12