Friday night
And The Winter Court presents
Grand Archways
and brownbrick platters
to thankyou for
hustling the timid fringe
of vast and splendid carpets
a formidable arena offers
humbled gasping bands

wodyadoin wonder
spiral spins into smashing night
heads and toilet doors
cusscuss sudden hush
shrinking mouths quiet O’s
her loveliness takes leave
and distant bands
labour on shamed
by learing floors

wannalift wonder
slack shoulders and footfalls
they begin fading but then
a sliver of desire slides into flight
she needs a smoke she says
before she kills some bastard
in a forgotten slur
the taxi streaks
away and home