Chase, rattle rings and things, Charlie chasing lady.

Moon pools sparkle beneath her thick black lashes

brushing away the lazy dampness of later midnight.

 

Yellow bright lights piss quick, dippy dancing a crazy

to faraway Manchester.

 

Blue note bozos tattooed black wait in tattered corners,

graffiti floozy Queens peddle push all ways.

Sirens table talk sweet treacle nothings nowhere,

love slut promises float like turds into the canal.

 

Gag mat flying pussy candyfloss vortex

Takes her down, takes her away,

faraway and further time,

it’s just another line.

 

Picasso roaming,

foaming into the heart of a Manchester day break

broken she slips out of her shoe,

bleeding into the blue memory stones of somewhere.

She watches rose clouded matadors

paint out politicos with dazzle day streetlight.

 

Later time morning,

she opens lazy brown eyes over magenta and deepest indigo,

smudging the blood seep of city,

what a pity its going to rain.