PARTY, PART 5

now,

its after said party/it is post bash

we'll retrace my steps later . . .

AND i am burned

Burned

BURNED

and on fire/smashed and lashed and no end in sight

but

watch

Midnight Run and look out the Kings Cross window

the

storm

only 

bellowing

in its teacup

AND i am gone

Gone

GONE

at the Kings Cross window where i can almost

reach across and touch the actual sign

with

vivid

pissed hands/like aliens/like flesh gloves

my cgi cranes of thirst

AND

drills ring a dead rattle of eternal dozer building

echo off listed frontages and boarded up arches

where

the

pool club used to be

vase; whisky on the sill an amber puddle

like 

my 

heart - fiery but dangerous

pooled 

and volcanic

below black mountain lungs

i laugh at Midnight Run on the small tv

and

watch

the Merc outside creak to the curb

full with big Turks

and

think

back to the party