Sunday, December 21


from the panic key turns
is & brushed steps,
the neighbours homecoming,

The cats flick their ears
All about tenants arriving
saturday night home

the excitement money
spent the tubes the cabs bus
got home okay the

rain off held—for
laughter no wetter the
stumble cobbles & picture

us in some devilish grin;
brushing teeth to sleep
a fortune ‘can you warm

the mattress’ & out
asleep the sex I dreamed
of when I saw you dance

We could be heroes on
saturday night for no other
night the bells toll louder.

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