the kitchen floor needs a wash…
Ah, that’s where the butter knife got to.
I really must fix the light in the fridge
when I get a chance.
Was it crispbread or was it Ryvita?
The stuff that gets stuck in the teeth and roughs up the tongue.
Moonlight enters
I reckon I can make it
to the bathroom – if
I pace myself
when I get a chance.
A multi-coloured ice lolly.
Dripping down wooden stick onto small tanned hand, in shade of Princes Park Cafeteria.
Backlit
a quiet life
betrayal, exhaustion
another misstep
will I get a chance.
I was supposed to meet you.
By Eros, Piccadilly and I forgot, you’d travelled up from Shrewsbury
Neon bounces off
Rain clouds in distance
Night temperature falls
Traffic fades
I never stood a chance.
