"AN ARGUMENT ON A SATURDAY NIGHT"

The poetry of a windblown glance
Echoes at my skin
And moves the intricacies
Of my hair

Feminine flavours … goose flesh

Later that night
Neon blues … flickering sounds

Dancing into the sun
Before you can answer the question

That which follows carefully … then is lost

Problems with sound
And a morning full of hangovers

Are not all slow clocks … time?
Gripping tender days and passing
Anthology into age?

End.

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