Number Ten

Lady Day moans blues
I type and pretend to be
More than just a joke

Number Nine

Let's talk, honey
I have questions
Like, is it just me?
Or am I suddenly surplus to requirements?
And, is it just me?
Or am I now just an optional fucking extra?
Let's talk, baby
I have questions
Like, what's the deal?

Number Eight

Trick me once
With those words
Trick me twice
With tenderness
Trick me thrice
With promises
Trick me forever
I'm a rube

Number Seven

I left my lipstick
On your passenger seat
While I was searching
For the treble clef earrings
Lost long ago
In a Kings Cross hotel room
Where I found a scarf
Autumn coloured and warmer
Than your touch

Number Six

Ways of looking at you
Innumerate themselves
Cloistered again
Subsisting on dreams
You are distant

Number Five

Eternal rhythm
Tidal heartsong beating low
Vast greyblue ocean

Number Four

Eucalypts in the night air
Dark mornings
Clear skies coldly burning
Teapots at twilight
And your promises