PARTY, PART 8

all of it!

blows my baby-heart away -

i must think on -

and the drills rattle london teeth

i must think back

and DO the party again in this baby-head

i MUST write it down

cos

i must

i must

cos this towns too small and ripped of mind and hope

and my tiny heart pumps only cheap soft toys

but i’m not keen . . .

(i need a cat in here/a cuddle bag of purrs

or 

a silent woman of curves to decorate

the 

cheap

bedspread in delight)

so,

i’m not keen to but

but

but

OK

i will

for my torn insides and for my baby-heart

i 

WILL write

it down . . .

i take a long drink of course

and 

the night and the window and the blue tv

will

watch