#2,568 They trawl here

They trawl here –
casts of last
ditch attempts to uncover all
that stuff –
my white-sheeted
playground –
I beach my skiff
of wordplay on her mouth –
stole a kiss in Borough & saw
how these things are –
we sat
beside squawks of banshees
[outside a rammed pub] –
fall for some without gravity
or heights to encourage me –
A white lie laid out to look at