count the likes before you fry the fox in sesame oil
behold a dialogue between a child refusing to grow up and a responsible adult
&&& every colour inside you is nervous
&&& everything about you suggests negroni season
welcome to a century of complete misery
i sense something about you quite bad
it is your character
you nod and say get on with it
i came to America and you left me – the ripple of an outstretched ocean
in my fantasies the geese are smothering you
i hold the sunset above your mouth and gently bring it down to your breasts
the night in black with the full moon above a black horse
stop talking
the geese are tired from collecting oranges from the sea
let’s get real
let’s all back to the future
after dinner we’ve got mist
we’ve got someone to undress
how strong! how marvellous! how brave!
can i use your bathroom to piss into your aquamarine bathtub?