Packed on the bus,
We froze, heads on springs
Listening in.
After shift chat
'Universal credit this, can't afford that..'
The windows covered in sludge
Rainfall sinking us further
pot holes knocking us from side to side.
It took Morrissey to get on, reaffirm and break the ice
'Bloody awful out there'
For less sleepless nights
We moved
The glowing thermometer next door
It was set a safe amber.
The old Hi Fi and disc
with the gentle, French pianist
who played you to your next wake.
We plugged that in next, flicked the switch .
Sleep suits, swaddles, muslins
We moved them all to your room next door.
We stuck stars, our finger prints in blue tac,
above where your head would rest
So you could observe the aesethic of space
The rocking chair for night feeds
Jet lag sleep repeats
The bed side cot detached, straps undone
The clips hanging loose, months connected
We looked at our room for a minute_
Done
Empty
Completely.
And moved it all back.
The whiplash of spring - it got me in the gut.
The sun not heeding winter months,
hanging above the sea until the shops had shut
pools of gulls schooling for when the shoals arrive
True blue overpowering engine fumes and all the steerer stresses.
The powder cloud of lemsip yesterday
although I could still taste it, a bit