The Experience of Losing

 Keep whispering, keep whispering.

Dinosaur ransack your kitchen -

you stand there in your telephone.

Morning slippers, slippery hands

always searching.

Standing on top of a dying past

on a carpet of mulched apples.

The light outside is pinking.

The light outside has its own prayers

these days.

His name has become embarrassing.

In every song you hear it sound.

Dog barks at bird beyond the wall -

your body clenches like a fist

around a razor blade.

Vagina blushed with naff emotion 

Fighting a fire with homemade lemonade

Ignoring the barbed wire postcards

gently cooling your own poison potions 

summoning your meteor.