Where were you last Tuesday

I think of you
When I'm alone
And my head
Is free to ponder
You and I
We're made for ruin
Our hearts a-slain
They lay Unconquered

Unconquered yet divisible
Unconquered by the tartars
Unconquered by invisible
Forces of gravity and regret
This ones for the martyrs
Forces of maladroit apprehension
If and if and yet and yet
This is not a rhyming song

I think of you on the metro
I think of you in bed
I think of you in tescos
I think you live in my head
Where were you last Tuesday
When I was scant and lairy
Were you in a sea of abeyance
Were you incognito
playing truth or dare me
Were you playing bingo

Think of you in the toilet
Think of you in the breeze
Think of you at breakfast
Think of you when I sneeze

It is most incongruous
I've got a hand on my groin
I can feel blood pulsing
Electric pulses course and tingle
Soft and hot
I am putty

Be like jesus
Let your fingers
Mold my pot.

26/03/18

pic - savina