Beers In Your Bedroom
Beers in Your Bedroom(for Rachael K, for helping me save my life)We have beers in your bedroom.My fears would be intoxicating without you.Outside, car alarms shout at shadows,a woman’s scream stabs the night.Inside, together we are alive. Your flat's above it all.Door locked. Window open.Glows from fag stubs, thin white dukes,light a corkscrew path to morning.Our tongues brighten dark.These moments taste of unconcentrated truth,Chaucer and tumblers of Fat Boy Slim.We tape Woman’s Hour to play backwards,exchange identities under skin.Hail bloody fairies and horns.