off to the right

we moved form the moors
the rain coming down like a hail of enemy bullets –
(it’s good job we are waterproof)

and the sky was grey and her face was grey and the skin was peeling off and the clouds were spirited away

and inside the building amongst memorabilia of a war that wasn’t fought, we discussed failed experiments, the misinterpretation of graffiti, TV show hosts from the early 80s, methods of execution and the lizard people

the waiters waited silently in the corners like hatstands in bow ties

the fire cackled like a Halloween witch and the moon

the moon outside, slightly to the right


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