stubble + lipstick mingle
over fluid mouth
shaping words
the words you’ll sing
when the band meets
in a room above a pub thrust to the margin of a dying town
facing wind and rain
the monochrome posters you designed
damp, askew, peeling forward
tide of friends + friends of friends lapping at your feet
all eyes adoring of your blue-lit chin
back curved, cheeks taut, eyes shut
devour the mic
beyond, fields float
slashed by the silvered paths you walked as a child
hand-in-hand, vodka sick
I watch lyrics flow
from fingers thin as the poet’s pencil
I would follow you out of the carriage
join the audience
stand glass to teeth
bass vibrating my heart
hear the images I watched you order and reorder
but I do not leave
our lives must not intersect.