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She pulls the gallows lever And leaves their sentences dangling in mid air Stepping a strangling tarantella. The cat that gets their tongues lives in shadowed corners  Eyes brighter than the furnace glow of her fag’s end- A look that spits ‘if you think you’re brave enough…’ Cutting through the tar nights  Cutting boys down to size Their slurring vodkabulary concrete-grazes its knee Black-blue-bloody in the wake of her K.O thesaurus fist Her turn of phrase that turns and turns and Smacks them, with metal ring knuckles ringing their ears for the foreseeable  In the low nights When I am wide eyed and frozen By the slurring sliding hands of the interloper Face crumpling beneath that oppressive inebriated grin Heartbeat in my ears  (The shrill cry of a dog beneath a tyre)  A figure steps between myself and heartbreak  In all of her smoking glory, The static glow of her forked bolt anger Warms me to no end From Blogger iPhone client

And I tie my temporal lobe into balloon animals In the green effort to make You ancient Childhood’s clumsy fist tea-stains printer paper Grazes a lighter against the crumbling edge Time is medicine but I want Ibuprofen relief So settle for self-administered chronology instead From Blogger iPhone client

 It goes like this: Looking down the chasm Expunging liquid remains The once-a-month vacuum Where sharp edges soften. I’d spent the night wading waist-high With mucoid utterances sliding To half-absent friends. Leaky-tap eyes. Lips drawn up as curtains The imbecile’s persistent half-smile. Remember, then, my atom-splitting in-breath In the minuscule hour your hands- Your estranged hands- crossed the length of No Man’s Land To hold back my hair. Knuckles planting a kiss on the nape of my neck- Is it Pity that instructs you? Does she guide your hand carefully down my spine Mark it FRAGILE, heaving, shaking-ugly. My back to view, but seeing straight through In shades of shame-stained glass. Or do you quake, too, under the weight of what could have been? And the unmouthed words that halo us, solitary Us, In the dim bathroom glow Marooned from distant downstairs In a closed-door country where we have never hurt. Is it that you want me, lolling head, sobbing shoulders- Whilst your other ...