LOST PROPERTIES
Her rage
Fills the house
With the stink
Of entitlement
The body on the bed
Flinches in the onslaught
Stops his ears
Dreams of love
In a peaceful world
He'll learn to be vicious
The brand new couple
In the best room
Of the smart guest house
Have been at it all night
Scent strewn straddling
Smitten by the mirror
And the succour of skin
She doesn't care
That it's happened so fast
She'll learn to be cautious
A few miles away
His wife
Folds the decree nisi
Neatly
Along with his jeans
Checks the property pages
Orders a skip
And a smile
For his new girlfriend
She's anything but obvious
We are leaving behind
This careless land
Dogshit, old takeaways
Steel shutter Sundays
I breathe out
Ghost the glass
The sun bloods the sky
Red on red on red
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