In the cafe the waiter brings steaming plates
They can’t recall that, what they ordered
This low paid waiter should deduce it
Deliver all the meals then reduced to yours alone spruce your empty placemat
We’ve booked a booth in the company name
We’ve now fucked twice, I’m not ashamed.
When lovers cannot tryst their knees will touch like clashing rocks
Empty space in argument with harmony, gold-fleeced the Argo
Someone sits across from me a smile to hide chagrin, some hooded Iago
Green-eyed like an emerald-sighted off-world thing staring from my wedding ring
To my lover’s chin, the face’s navel, her neck a stem
No one puts up their hand so the waiter ahems, I remind them
Did anyone order garlic chicken? A hand fireworks up like a rocket upsent
I look at the receipt, what we’ve spent wrestled what we’ve gained and hope to gain.
It gets a lot, I am just one black dash dot, a white page blot, a single jot in the jotter like a shot through daughter’s white flesh slaughterhot black
I feel insane and wonder does everyone else, I feel my own pulse outside my body
As if it is the pulse of the world, the pull of her a tractor beam
I am full of her, she is full of it and methinks the lady doth rejoice too much.
Everything about her is hot like two pullovers
Wanna smash like a pavlova, loads to dump, slump to the bed and let me thump you
Bump and grin, too shy to show myself I change the me reels, b sides and off cuts
You are beside me, your off-colour off-cuff ripostes behind smiles sick of sin
The veneer thin as a Japanese fire station wall.
Alchemisland 
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