Saturday 6 October 2012

PARTY, PART 5



now,
its after said party/it is post bash

we'll retrace my steps later . . .

AND i am burned
Burned
BURNED
and on fire/smashed and lashed and no end in sight
but
watch
Midnight Run and look out the Kings Cross window
the
storm
only 
bellowing
in its teacup

AND i am gone
Gone
GONE
at the Kings Cross window where i can almost
reach across and touch the actual sign
with
vivid
pissed hands/like aliens/like flesh gloves
my cgi cranes of thirst

AND
drills ring a dead rattle of eternal dozer building
echo off listed frontages and boarded up arches
where
the
pool club used to be

vase; whisky on the sill an amber puddle
like 
my 
heart - fiery but dangerous
pooled 
and volcanic
below black mountain lungs

i laugh at Midnight Run on the small tv
and
watch
the Merc outside creak to the curb
full with big Turks

and
think
back to the party


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