Trailing long shadows ache and dissolve,

I just want to live in the womb warm flames of flesh

 

Nineteen year old poet in the waiting room

Trains turn up, like ideas, with no sense of

Past, present or future

 

Hidden deep in the ocean bottom, to 

Wait for another time, a better world.

The love train arrived as he gazed

At her tight behind

 

A massive attack of desperate confidence

Picks your mind clean

Shark is a shadow of his life

In florid flares and tone deaf shoes

 

With her glass cage all round her her she feels free,

The ghostly lines resound around this empty place.