Big names in fading lights,
tonight it rains but that's alright.
I'd like to wash the taste of your mouth
from my tongue.

Sex sells and you've sold out,
but you're not the only one...
two
three months from now
would you
remember me?

A colour correction and then there was light,
and when there was light we could see
and feel into the night

Sex sells and you've sold out,
but you're not the only one...
as well, too
I cast myself into the sea
the oil stains reflect
the neon shine of yesterday.

Old Flames.

Smouldering in a burnt forest with
three mosquitoes on my cigarette
one cooking.
Another in my coffee.
This is desolation
ash
mulch.
Womb.
Butterfly wings, swift currents...
Flutter of brown and blue,
a feeling akin to
when I
met

Yeah the feeling of
home.
Oh to be beautiful, and to die alone as well.

We still talk in your fathers dimly lit kitchen,
only now it's without the touching,
and I don't hold you in my arms.
It's more intimate now than it ever was before
with your illuminated smiles.
It's brighter,
now.