a huge chimera
part wolf, part wasp, part human
i’ve named him Eric
on the radio
you struggle reading adverts
wordplay falling flat
one after the next
wake up behind the wheel
the fog is so thick
laugh and weigh that up
against what’s in the mirror
all our faults are one
a glass full of port
a briefcase full of money
the news full of lies
keep me at arms length
lest we confuse love with love
there’s no going back
my gun misfires
scorch-marks lash across my hands
i hear rabbits laugh
a glass full of port
a briefcase full of money
the news full of lies
one after the next
wake up behind the wheel
the fog is so thick
a huge chimera
part wolf, part wasp, part human
i’ve named him Eric
it’s time to take stock
and get myself together
and get milk.. and bread..
a puddle forming
a sentence left unfinished
a dish best served cold
we danced and we danced
we gave a blood sacrifice
but the rain still came