Sometimes I surprise myself,
he eyes himself
and thinks
I scrub up well,
but I wake up the same
calling your name.

From the battlements, a trumpet sounds
rolling across the manicured lawns and
well-tended grounds
there are no rough edges in my dreams.

jetliners line the runways
someways a way out there
and I'm stood here twiddling my thumbs
watching as she ties up her hair.