Hallelujah Junction (2018)

they are stacking up the chairs at the Exeter

as we walk out of the cinema

I’m a sucker for endings

those parting tears     from the perspective

      of an open fireplace

remember us to the balmy night

nothing is supposed to last forever

& shouldn’t this be liberating?

my fingers play this conversation

as Schubert    as a young Mozart

as a fleeting thought

            as exit music for a film

a song for the flies that rest on your unbuttoned shirt

& the words that transform your tongue into a foreign body

a song the sound of your piss in the bathroom

with the curtains drawn

slides pass across the wall

these brief moments of stillness

     these antiquated forms

            we learn by touch alone

in your bed we have another conversation

remaining staunchly theoretical

right up until the moment I fall asleep

       on your chest

I hear the call for last drinks

ringing through the alley

though I’m hardly here

                     I’m with you

in that remembered summer

my heart is like the skin of a peach

in the blazing afternoon

go ahead

& fuck me up