Monday, 5 May 2014

1 New Poem

Drinking At House Parties

When the evening shatters and the
stars appear, dotting their pointillist
refusal in the grease-paint cloak
of airless expanse, narrow and
fading as long-drawn hopes,

And you lose yourself in hasty strums of
bluesmen's bluster, pungent pitter-patter
of Blackberry keys and notifier chimes,
spare there some little piece for me, as

I get there too in rum glass rings,
stains in dead oak tabletop,
criss-crossed water-kisses on granite.

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