November

November frost and freezing fog

Dampness which permeates your Lawrence trilogy, Martian Chronicles

Dune and the Silmarillion

Dampness which permeates your kitchenette, discarded denims and

Hastily removed knots of knickers and tights

Make up bag dust and smudge mirrors and poison oily vials of patchouli

Steaming kitchen, cabbage and curled slippers ,gloss painted sash ropes

Crumbling cornices, dog-eared Capitol radio stickers

And out into the falling slates and cobbled yard

Where quivering dogs chew ancient tampons

. . . .afternoon nests of bedclothes where we sleep hibernation

Your sexuality snapped shut against intrusion

Whilst cabbage boils in the gassed and gluey kitchen

We have valium for madness and there’s always television

Unblinking and frozen with changes

Last nights transexual sits in high boots and tutu

Washing your walls with tears

Last nights dizzying staggering confusion bleeds into the floors profusion

Of bottles and bongs rizlas, ashtrays pizzas and more

last nights heroes are weeping in your hallways or floating half dead in rivers of dreams

And some have left mothers and fathers screaming in white tiled dungeons and

Mortuary Halls

You were wild with stars and timeless horizons

Dizzied and busied by

The sucking night.