Rumours

Once I was punched
In the solar plexus
Remembering you
Feels just the same
Breathless
Frozen
Muted by shock
How swiftly
You sought the next
Woman to sell
Your lies to

Hooked

If your bass didn't stride with a limp
Just like me
I'd still be numb
If your fingers were not calloused
I'd be free
Arrogantly so, like parakeets

I am hooked
Flattened fifths paint the air
Phosporescent blue
If you weren't tender
I'd taste trouble
In your copper eyes