A Shot for a bride to be…

A Shot for a bride to be…

A shot for a bride to be

A naked flame or asking

To see undergarments.

A bartender offering a curdle-drink

A lesson in decisiveness.

I know all these people.

Sir, I know what your

Tartan skirt is for;

A kilt to woo.

A drink to stay the night and

Worry all your friends.

Tonic that makes your heart fall out

And turns you old.

Or turns you to an Ood.

Drowning live on land

On television too -

The televisuals and presenters doing wrong

Laughing when they're not supposed to

Making blistering eye contact

Revealing all this truth

I see; I know

It's waiting

It's in a pouch forgotten

It's the noise

Pleasure palace

Long long fingernails on someone's shoulder

Blending.

Smashing, the sweet boat crashed down

Over the waterfall.

A child dies in the muck on someone's birthday

In the west.

The child of an MP clicks her boots across the hall.

On cue we turn our heads,

Glance-meet.

Maybe love’s not dead,

Maybe coffee is the thing.

Or maybe shots tonight?