The settee has turned into a floating raft…
swaying gently… like your hair against my chest
or fingertips climbing back down from foreplay.
I fell asleep/unconscious to the birds singing
through the early dawn and awoke in the dark
to blue flashing lights and sirens, not for me…
but, searching for someone else more immediate.
I formed smoke rings in impossible heart shapes…
then shattered them with my drunken fist.
Tore a chunk out of the shadows, crouching
and watching from the left-hand corner
and stuck my curious, demented head inside…
there was nothing in there but nostalgic hallucinations,
old scars and un-coveted preoccupations.
I burnt myself lightly, laughing like a child
and no one was close enough to hear or judge me.
I ate Rizla’s, ring pulls and my mobile phone,
without even a trace of salt or pepper,
but, with monumental, frightening, determination.