SUDDENLY HIGH

i am suddenly high and rushing/bank holiday Monday

tho

it feels

like . . . a new clean dimension/but

don’t know if its good.

toilet flushing is v loud/hurtling hissing rivers in the wall

a volcano – i freeze.

i am touching the kitchen radio/it is another heart

external and eternal . . .

my shirt is a soft and loving skin/luxury now –

just laundry this morning

and i

breath and breath and breath

shrugging and moving/tactile

in wonderful new space

that used

to

only

be

the sofa.

cold cider in a bottle/so WELL designed/a sweet booze kiss

from a cool round mouth/never closed

and

my

feet -

SO FUCKING tactile! squirm in pleasure

bare naked rubbing

the sofa arm and the cushion/cheap fabric

is

angels

hair.

rain out in garden

is a weird windy English gothic treat

touching the windows

with NOISE and ATMOSPHERE like a classic novel –

on TV is a CGI heavy movie*

every kid

seen

three years ago and still high

I sigh into

my busted dusty sofa and all the red cushions there

eyes wide

like

a

child/cigarettes forgot for now.

*Transformers