Chemical Love

Mike Bell/ May 20, 2016/ 0 comments

I found that place, I imagine it square,
your inch-by-inch patch, an emanation
a waft of pool chlorine,
always there;

here I returned with my buried face,
after a night on another sofa, my choice,
to avoid my beer talking to you
in your sleep;

I had woken, flying, with the late-brush
toothpaste taste – a chalky coating
over my reflux’s
mouthed complaint.

All my morning pains were blown
by my non-prescribed drug of choice,
a resin block, squared
inch by inch.

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