Spring

I’ve screwed up
I’m clued up
Gut sinking
fuck
blinking
And gaze reflectively.

But I can’t control it. Those tender nauseating gaps keep cracking open, letting in the slime.

You are you

Duck breast, moscatel (?) or sherry 
Pears 

Green beans

Potatoes.

Just another night, a long night, 
just right.

Clouds and mountains move across the sky.
Papaya, kiwi, apples
In a bowl and another salad
on the side.