Soon enough

When we sat talking through too much wine we picked the bones of your second marriage desert-bleached and fleshless for over seven years itching dry “that was last century’ you cry in your defensiveness little chinks reveal themselves – tender solar plexus, just under the shoulder blades all knots are untiable so it is said thoughtless repetition keep lips moving so there’s no chance for reply the rate we’re going there’ll be another fresh carcass for the crows to clean soon enough April 8th 2007  Sleep Sleep is a very quiet guest does not insist on conversation nor demand attention prefers instead to wait its turn patiently as all the other gatecrashers act out their dramas and dysfunctions centre stage pushed aside and jostled by addictions, hysterics, illusitory worries and random late night callers masquerading as friends I want to hold you tighter instead of always walking away getting up and leaving you unsatisfied not even twitches and spasms hallucinations of snakes in the bedclothes nor fitfull calls draw complaint from you