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The ShowerFalse arrestCarwash of cigarettes and bourbon stench False friends revoltingly ... alarmingly undressed Slippery, stained fingers, slip-slide and clench Happy hour? Happy hour?! Unhappy disaster Scratching grooves into flesh, to what end? Unloved one's love bodies in plaster You're shuddering? take my scarf Ungrateful, go home, you're drunk Or another? fuck, why not? We're fucking dripping, and we've got what we've got The shower No story It's fucking cold In the shower Limp spaghetti Jeans over handrail Cracking floor ITV4 Sucking on dead dry dirt Sand teeth tectonic cracks Deep stitched in tongue Stillborn helix neck to spine Limp wrist, waist of a stranger Coughing of the neighbour Underwear, everywhere Underwear, everywhere Hairbands, tins with ash Shaft of light, lids collapse Hairbands, tins with ash Shaft of light, lids collapse Where is the shower? Where is the shower? |