For a moment
or maybe it was for a lifetime,
difficult to remember, but
this Heraklion tuna helps me to forget
what if it was longer though
and down I go
into the catalogue, back into
the long winded and whining winding
monologue.

I talk to the empty halls when the bedroom walls get fed up with it and sit on the verandah with a spiced *** and Sobranie.

It was a lifetime
I remember now
and how it was,
I'll forget again,
funny
how the mind erases the pain,
like having a baby
I suppose.

I suppose mostly
firstly because
it's easy
and supposing doesn't cost me
the price of a
conversation.

Just remembered
I never had
Heraklion tuna at all.