We both smoked two bowls of salvia

And sat in our tent

Next to a crumbling abbey

And a pack of feral scousers

Shivering

Expectant

A minute

Ten minutes

Twenty minutes

Nothing happening here

Move along

Except

You are now made of jigsaw pieces and fire

And my thoughts are coming out one letter at a time

Wheeling off an alphabetic merry-go-round

Landing at my feet

Where I pick them up

Wearing oven gloves signed by Ian Curtis

And construct sentences

And you are crying now

Because I am trying to set you on fire

And now I am shaking

We are both shaking

Because Sandy Denny is dead

And Jimi Hendrix is dead

And John Lennon is dead

And Bill Hicks is dead

And so many people are dead

Or dying

And no amount of wishing wells

Will take us away

From this godless world

Your jigsaw face fades from view

And we sleep.

 

Later we walked up the hill

To a pub called The Thorn

Where I stepped on a dogs paw

And the owner bought us lemonade.