No stars. Breath of wind. Far off voices.
It’s only just turned dark. Voices. Lots
Of them. They clamour around, not
Staggering yet. Side lane. Trees overhead.
Cutting silhouettes into the sky. Church.
Stale piss. The smell burns my senses.
Clamour. People. The cake. Oh look
It’s a celebration. Food. Orange drinks.
Lime fingers. The centrepiece went down well.
Swan. Apple. Melon with boiled strawberries.
Girl. Darkened room. Lights. The party can
Begin now. Shudder of shutters. Click, click. Click, Click.
Man with a camera, hope I get to see them later.
Fuzzy hours. Lazy games. Memories. These
Are what I’d dreamed of. The coat. The bag.
The empty room. Trees. The night is still black.
No stars. Dead wind. Far off slurs. They don’t
Walk, they stagger. I know the night is ending.
Room. Bed. Clock. The slurred voices never lie.