The day wheezes in and out
A forest fall of rain
The sky molluscs
in recalcitrant insubordination
I demand the colour blue
You do not submit
At your nape
The vinegar
Of Friday evening’s fish and chips
As if that were
In butcher’s paper
The transparent stain of sunset
Fear is a bell shaped curve
Crumpled, thrown away
The pierced chrome centurion of the bin
A sacred vessel, overflowing
Love will always break
The small bones in your heart
I think it was a plesiosaur
In the distance, swimming
