hygeine

I am ragged and
Dismembered
In velveteen splendour.
Assembled by a drunk,
Who couldn’t remember
What loveliness
Looked like.

I’m too tall for my height.

You are pulpy and bright
Like today’s magazines.
Your eyes are spotless like
Ironed jeans,
And they fold and crease
in smiles at me.

You find me funny.

I am sterile and naked
And aching with
Tension.
I’ll bend into positions to
Get your attention.
I am fixed in the curb,
and you gather the nerve
to cope with my most
unnerving dimensions.

(I love you. I forget to mention.)

You’ve never indulged in
petty sex.
You wrap my arms around
Your neck,
like I’m a scarf.

I make you laugh.

You’ve never been
out on the scene.
You’ve never found yourself
between two strangers
in a darkened room.
Bedroom theatre’s not
for you.
Nor costume.

You’ve never smoked.
You’ve never drank so much
You’ve choked
on hot-bodied vomit and
collapsed in the road.
You had four pints of
beer
and I watched you explode.

From your skin I lick atoms of the sky and shampoo.
You are dripping with hygeine
You are clear, you are blue.

In mirrors you stand and watch me watching you.

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