Their remote houses of joy
have stood for far too long
to be immune to upgrading… /
In another waking moment –
with five AM forcing light outside –
my conscious breath found an angel’s littered question … /
Discard anything
that gathers dust
Do not drink alone
Do not fall in love… /
– Looking nice Michael, been somewhere special?
– Funeral. In the bloody rain.
Two pints of bitter, froth flat,
stand alongside the boozers,
as they then chat about the showers,
just passed, and bloody penguins… /