Friday, 22 January 2010

Happiest Away Where I Am

In the dawn of frost –
It's blue veins bulging like electrical wires.

Women holding small shoulders
Passing us listening to stupid music
Around a clear air of non-sound
Between us that felt like you were
Never really there.

Your clean soft skin
Like plastercine moulded with
Thumbprints under the cheekbone
With a nervous quiet
Like meditating rabbits –
And unwrapped from a towel
You float in space,
Uncommon as a bullet in the spine.

You are happiest away where I am
You soldier the roads
With an old shivering presence,
Gives me a thirst for Coke.

With a mouth square as a brick
And eyes brown and quick
You'll see me coming.

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