Untraced in the darkness
Of bloodied roses
Over the next two weekends
My footsteps
Launched arrows
At various birthday dos,

Raw from realignment
Copped led
Pretending to be a tram
Ina turmoil of movement

Losing myself
In the acoustics
Of tender fingers
Lost in clenched fists

Polishing words
Falling through dust holes
Bottled up in hazelnut emotions
Of the birth of another relationship
(met at a bar)
Which caused me
To stand you up
By total accident
Resting in the dusk of eyelids

Typed up on a broken typewriter
Through my letterbox
You were going to Greece
Maybe for good
And was sure this one
Would work out
For me
You were sure off it
This time,

Gulping across snow bled air
In a fit of jealously.