Elephant & Castle

Around the bed frame hollow cans

and rings from coffee cups line the pages on the desk

monday spent mourning the sun

while taste still lingers from something lost along the way

and you're the worst

at what you love the best

and up till now:

an experiment

around the staircase pools of dried blood

singing you to sleep

the dishes will know to do themselves

I can't remember places but I do recall the name

of something lost along the way

and we used to know where we all would go when where gone

and whispers of doubt that escaped our mouth carried home

and as the night kept our parents in bed we burned new york to the ground

and we used to know where we all would go when were gone.