They clip the rooster's wings
In the car park
Is that an anachronism or anomaly
Hmm
Both maybe
She swings her legs
Drinks the sweet sweet
Her socks have changed
From white to brown
Too many years on the shelf
We think together
Sins burnt
Like bad paint
Into the creases of our skin
I think we should go down
Collect his feathers
Keep them safe
Perhaps one day he will need them
To spread his wings and fly away
She is a kind girl
Underneath
My little unmarked friend
My chest bursts
Lungs rattle
Like fists pounding
On the cage door of my ribs
I don't trouble her
I don’t trouble anyone
Wrapped up viciously in the afternoon sun
Catching consonants through the window
As if words can help me
Out
Out
I find it hard now
Down
Stream
Line
Born
Die
Raid the pantry
Scheme
For sugar and pies
Fear lures me
In
Inn
Sing
You liked the donkey and the palm fronds
She is busy
I can tell
But she smiles
Her bestest smile from the top shelf
I wonder why she sits up there
Because I am your rooster she giggles
Although you never clipped my wings
Thank you
She says
Jumping down
Besides you put me there
Remember
I touch my face
Trying to
If one fact creeps in
My head will flood
What you do is really quite mad
Madder than hatter
She squeals
A wonderland past extreme
The trees live in the windows
Your failing smile
Dropping like leaves
The light bulb swings
There is peace in the ticking
I let her out to play
She wraps tinsel in the alley
It won't take the smell of piss away
I know
But a girl must always try to make pretty
Didn’t your mummy teach you that
My mummy taught me
Run
Hide
Warn
Then we will be here forever
The cock crows half past crazy
We look at each other and laugh.
