If I’d known what I’d knew now
I probably would have taken in the view.
The approaching chew of pristine gravel
And the spores of bubbling oil.
The panoramic glimpses
Were overdue – 1,200pcm ONO
I’ll stick to upturned ballrooms
And the chandeliers poised like spiders.
PAPER BIRDS fly north for winter.
Setting the televisions to multiples of five
I often cast shadow puppets
Upon the misplaced furniture
And rotary constellations.
A flickering Saturn upon flip topped faces
Curdling beneath the towering fluorescence
– ONLY 2 ROOMS LEFT.
The seasonal blossoming of vanity projects
Waiting for flight paths to unravel
& the choreographed scraping of dinner plates
Entered its 2nd week (8:00pm approx.)
Were you still dripping in fishhooks?
“I’ll double your rent if you Let me”.
Pennies pushed down blind alleys
For the dazzling nothingness of it all.
Was there a swansong to tune into?
I suppose we’ll appreciate this
When the last of its beneath our fingers.