Monday, 27 April 2009
Well Well
He offers her the in-car flicks
She pisses tea and coffee and
They sleep
Side by Side.
Their damp capsule of cold
Head stones and cruise control
Without the rain and bitter wind
The unrelenting wipers wipe
Alone.
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