It all seems so easy
It could be you
or him or
Her that stays, then
after a cigarette
there's sometimes a daydream,
a discordant fight scene where the girls crack open
bottle tops with their teeth
And rub lipstick on
each
other
with unwashed fingers and nobody gets the
time
To find
the one
too busy with the next one
or another and
after the long night is drawn out to morning we roll on slept in sheets
in and out of different beds
in a borrowed dress, well petey sleeps in his mums dress, I prefer a nice pair of slacks but sometimes
pete and sarah wait in each others arms for
A kiss
or an insult that not been thrown yet
I hear sirens
the women are kicking out car windows
And the men are jumpstarting cars
The striking resemblance to our grandfather fades and I ask you
‘take me to the graveyard
take me to see his grave’
