I left my Rolex
on the fractured bed
(she'd gone across for
coffee and croissants)
one fella laughs a lot
the other's hitting me
shouting fiat and ruin
she of the pale blue dress
nothing completely
random is nothing
my head is buzzing
I come to represent
now the girl is ghostly
now you are rueful
four years wet butterflies
stop making sense
more pain
Hi Rob - loved "Deportation Blues" - some wonderful images and very evocative. I might even steal the ghostly girl and the pale blue dress!
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