I’m a catherine wheel
(you may not have realised that)
a roman candle
(singe your eyebrows off)
all gold and pink intense spitting light
flailing the night-sky
fire
shock the darkness
(spin explode display)
I’m a white hot astral
torturing device
I’m a catherine wheel
(you may not have realised that)
a roman candle
(singe your eyebrows off)
all gold and pink intense spitting light
flailing the night-sky
fire
shock the darkness
(spin explode display)
I’m a white hot astral
torturing device
A girl with a smile
That buckles and bucks
Like a porn performer –
I like her
Here, pierced by sunlight
She’s laughing
We’re laughing we both
Have stars at our fingertips
Caught in our hair
Lascivious zircon-sly laugh-needle
Stars
Genuinely I am genuinely
Not concerned
While Julie’s brother
Got vicious, and we had to put him down
How could he?
How he could do that I’ll never know
I always thought there were rules about these things
And the kids were real upset
(On a train
Women talk. Some don’t
Some sit
Staring tense by a window
Into carriage walls
Like railway station billboards
Conversation flits by
Disjointed)
Water off a duck’s back, love
Cheer up
(Random sense uneven
Rhythm volume fading
In and out)
You look like you just lost
Your best friend
You were a bad friend to me
(Insisting, she winces
Inflicting mental lashes)
And I loved you
(A voiceless conversation with a man who
Isn’t here)
You weren’t any kind of friend to me
At all
You wouldn’t have tried to help
If I were mangled in front of you
Probably not, anyway
And sometimes I was
I think
But frankly, m’dear
I don’t give a damn
I don’t
Care
I don’t
Care that much
Asked me not to laugh
(Smirks a schoolgirl, standing near)
But really
What could I say?
He was so
Embarrassed
And Katy said c’mon
(The train pulls aptly
To a half)
Let’s go home now
Giggling
He and I
Don’t talk much. We never did.
We never did
A lot of things we hoped
We might. We didn’t talk
About it, left unanswered
Hopes unsaid. I said
I wanted yes
I wanted want and
Hope and need and feel
Wanton
Wanton Edie, mad as a
Hatter a hater, Edie
Kneading her brain,
Roll it in crumbs
throw her crumbs
Roll in hay
Wanting needing feeling
Knee-deep
Filling in the hours with
Talk