Poem, February 2015

and if I start with “once upon a time” will you find yourself getting suitably comfortable ready to hear a fairytale or a long piece of vomit? how will you be dressed? so fine, like before or “beggar casual” in torn stockings in the middle of a nightmare? the fake journey you’re undertaking lying back, thinking of warm baths bubbles, candles, wine so fine no time now to hesitate you’ve left it late, you’ve left it late if you’re clever, you’ll take a map a pinch of this, a smoke of that a pocket of lies and alibis different coloured eyes and a convincing disguise first night nerves, expected, memories, rejected over, done, finished how does it feel? how real was the deal? C njb 27.2.2015