‘Hot Shit’

Your bubble is burning and you’re high on the smoke.

Your lips are daydreaming and you can’t make a joke.

Your shadow is cursing and you wish you could hear it.

Your century’s lagging and you can’t seem to steer it.

My heart starts itching but my body can’t finish.

My eyes are perfect but my skin gets skittish.

My memories are dancing to the tips of my fingers.

My laughter is touched while my bitchiness lingers.

The coffee is spilling down the planet’s parched throat.

The classics are flapping too quickly to quote.

The elephant is stretching the walls of the room.

The silence is winning while the fuckers presume.

Her friends are buried in the flush of her cheeks.

Her colours are coming to the surface of the weeks.

Her dreams are seeping into the taste of her tears.

Her body is curling and the irony disappears.