Orb

1 November 2015

noon
when i woke Dawn
long since fallen with a plonk
or was that my child on timber floors
her massive booty surrounded by discarded
labels from the discount sales she crashed at the
top of the main drag last night i remember panning
cock then chasing her Beau who cracked his marbles
my circular keys thought loud & clear for the sake of her
but into the city she escaped a wave in the driveway blue
waterfall hair dishevelling among my pines it occurred
to me how sale after sale my company has lost its name
to cheap jewels & flowers watching on their speckled
eyes flattered without noise our collective breath
decamping like a bright shadow the vodka said
finish me off nothing moved my palace’s
nor my child’s facade I embrace
her in the orb of my
debt

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