Think Again, Think Twice More


Clothes trail across the floor
hung over, hung up- phone on call
phone unhooked, not receiving any more.

Wake up and forget we broke up,
forget the past hour, remember the confession-
daily in quick, double quick, timely succession.
Ripped knee and torn jeans
broken heart, pin up dreams on cork board
juice and breakfast stored
in mugs meant and made for hot abuse and bitter’s reward.

Wrap the cord tight, homemade noose for the homemade guys
whom sit and ponder and wonder what it might be like to be high
again after 18 months of seeing clean glass and shiny floors.
Beard men stagger around, chasing the drunks of Parker's Piece
and dodge the knives hidden under Charity Shop fleece,
bought for pence and worn oddly on the fence,
straddling fashion and a confused moral sense.
Pass them, only to find you’re back where you started,
clothes trail across the floor
hung over, hung up- phone on call
phone unhooked, not receiving anymore.