What will haunt me until my dying day
is electricity pylons on motorway verges
for mile after elongated mile

and crash barricades, ebbing and flowing
with nauseating regularity and the
inexplicable sadness of the north circular

because believe me, purgatory is real
and its the central reservation of the A406
a haunted island where time is suspended
where days are ruined, dreams shattered
and lives ended

my other hand is jealous of
my hand that is on your hand
is your other hand jealous too?

let's join up all our other hands!

now my face is jealous of all
our hands that are on our hands
put your face on to my face

pour your self into
my self

this year, horse chestnut
leaves were first to fall
lime trees were the last

Somehow our lives
got tangled up
a gordian knot

Me, lying in bed
you, sitting on bed
a lesson in prepositions

Or dispositions
and fighting against
the dogma of pronouns

Talk to me in your own way
and I will talk to you in mine

iwant to die with you every day forever
iwant to literally eat you whilst you literally eat me
iwant to find every word that rhymes with your name
iwant to find every song that makes you cry
iwant to give you everything so that iam nothing anymore

mountain deep river high
watch
all of time stops slowly
quickens