Sunday, 16 September 2018

i’ll get my coat

i’ll get my coat
  from the hanger of a dream 
and turn my collar to a night
   split upon a neon beam
surreal in its red-rained
  cobbled way
standing and crying
   for what can i say
one step after a torrid affair
   i look for the broken chain
that held me fast and loose
   that has me now without a brain
deranged and regaling to all
   who would listen at this the late hour
to this thin and lachrymose
   plea that would this night devour
 all that ever crawled back home
   from down-town’s midnight hour
with an ache for god’s sake
   for a morning that would have been ours
before it sank down into the dark
  to settle upon the ocean floor

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