Sunday 28 September 2014

the opposite

your hand drops to my chin,

you pull
and tell me to think
think
of
an
apology.

drunk
idiot
drunkness
drunk,

you drink,

i rush
to put up the airbed.
from which

i squeak
like a frankfurther,
egg like a roll,

always need you
in a hard boiled way,

and watch
as you
yolk
wriggle
out of your jeans.