I knew what I was doing
All the way out of the door
Until I tasted the moonlight
And felt the snow 
Dripping off my shoulders

Picking my way through
The empty seats
And the sea filtered breath
Of the older couple
Sat at the back of us

Curved in reckless abandon
As first the attendees
Tried to stop me
Then both of the security
In unaided shock

As first my throat
Then my stomach
Let out a sigh of release
In the gold glow
Of freedom

Scoring a bull’s eye
At the merging of the car park
Then the burger king

Ballerina tight
Suspended inbetween
The swollen screen
And into the moonlight

Dreaming of words
Repeating themselves.