Brixton

Sun glazes roofglances off your cheekanother day of historywe pretend nothing’s changedbetween marigolds and frangipanibeyond night sky floatsphosphorescent morning,I reach for you.Light heightens dustturns tears to rainbow,we pretend on street cornersyou catch my eye in coat pocketbetween beer cans and vagrantsbeyond omnipresent darknesswe can pretendyou were an angel for me.Your cheeks are angularhold hollow misspent nights,our spirits are gleamingyou catch my eyes and keep themwe’re entwined in our own mythmarigolds and frangipani, side kicks and crack pipeswere we ever meant for this?Hand glazes cheekeyes twist to corrosive angerwe pretend we remember nothingbeyond your night skyI am some kind of angelhummingbird and orchid drenched in jungle feverI feel terror from this.Sun glazes cheekglances through another morninganother day of history,we can’t pretend nothing’s changedbetween marigolds and frangipanibeyond night sky floats phosphorescent morningI reach for you.