Cut Up Without You

long dark night you never say return to me this orange bedroom its open fire crackling through acetylcholine tongues like fingers bodies arched two spoons smeared in oils red and umber the drifting leaves the streets advertise allegorical objects on a wall not imagery for leaving me lost with innocence and weeping like the hunted who flick up the window of light-washed sky against the tilted patchwork fields the falling landscape