8hz

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

on and on