Dirty Room

So what if you have been patient?
So what if you still have the faith?
So what if green is just a colour?
Are you aware of the horizontal space
Eager and empty, frivolous in anticipation?
The jaded bed sheets with polka dots
Circling round about an empty bottle of booze.
And lots of cigarette burns and lots of stories.
Each one for one.

Remembering the last lover he meet
Dripping mellow stains
Melting in her heat.
Anna she called her.
Ann he called her.
And yesterday was dead and gone
With her kiss, sweet as sugar, mellow like wine.

They old LP played Ravel, Bolero.
He looked into her eyes,
Eyes droopy and hypnotic.

The world turned upside down
As they emerged into each other
His circle and her’s meet
A little pause
Split seconds beat
And a Ravel soprano.
And what’s left of it is, a few dry petals
And he is too lazy to throw them out.