PARTY, PART 20

and

back at the warped window view 

on my awkward and tiny stool 

from the bland 1980 dressing table

my

drink 

on 

the 

sill

is a wonderful sight shining the orange lamps golden

and

my

relief at a new pen

is the soundest thing tonight . . .

and the new biro spits out a tiny insight/opinion i’m proud of tonight;

you know girls are MENTAL?

fundamentally

MENTAL

well,

she’s NOT (and i never touched her at all) and neither are others

but well

you know . . . insight?  unsight!

and i write

and i write

and i write

while a thin dark kid in ¾ length strides

pisses

up the faux deco front of no 1 Euston Sq

into a potted palm

and

a pale couple wait 

and i think;

who picked up who?

(if any did at all)