Life revolves, rears up and hits
us in the face with unexpected
messages.

You leap and twitch the switch
that sears us, you turn the heat on
like cathedral choir

so dry and empty of sound the walls
rebound and crumble.

The things that matter wallpaper your
brain with their absence, so you chew
me like old gum.

I’m fabulous in isolation, watch the sun
rise, rolling like a beer barrel towards its birth
in blanket sky.

The angels wait patiently till you decide
whether or not to decide, to be loved
by me.