By | 28 February 2008

The paint has stuck on
A swollen smile
And then you smile
Your teeth glow sticks
in your ashen chimney mouth
And you clearly say what you need
Which is a shock as you smile again
The fumes rolling across the space between us like exhaust
And I hand you plungers
10mls 5mls
Wonder what it is you do with them
Knowing nothing can be clear
as you swing a leg over the saddle of your bike
take off one handed
the other with your remedy
clamped and pulling to your mouth

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