never the same
night—never the same
light in the feet
dark devil in the heel
the dress got wet—
i cut it off—i lost
control—rolled off the bed
//
the fault was all stylus—
how it beat the rhythm out
the groove—flicked
the heel
‘cross the boards of the J.C. Hotel—
shaking, grinding
skip, kick & flack
tr
specifics track the mental map
of a night well spent—
… dot is the line that solves two points
heel to heel
play it loud, louder again
the dress got wet—
i cut it off
i lost
control—
//
the drink sunk in—
i swigged the heat
drew out the sweat
slips down the arcing spine—
shredded moments in a salt-licked
time—
viscous liquids all shook up
in the dense light of a dusky pub—
the buddy system—lava lamp
that won’t dissolve
louder, louder still
the dress got wet—
i cut it off
i los t control—
//
mischief can’t control her hands—
i stole the gin—
four fingers
down their throats—
and one was mine
and it was cut
(signals to the floor—
a point
two
bodies in a field—free-spinning dandelion drift
matching feet
bonny lass,
bonny class
bonny stylus groove
|| :
the dress got wet—
i cut it o ff
i lo st cont
rol
: ||
fell off the bed
and bonny laughing out the window
says “come on let’s go—