louisa in 1990

in time . out of that time . it was
a dark morning . spitting a little
toasted happy . riding the shitty roofs
a train of lichen . dog days and coffee cups
a rich schoolboy watches . edged . clung
but a little time at a time . as if by
proximity . the corridor of uncertainty
steel pipes in a row . is like a good guide

early nineties décor . nothing but the
sweet clink of glass against glass
somewhere to crawl . to the ram
the kingston tup or the bishop in residence
i understood nothing . just asked for pens
my fucking awful jumper . but you were so fit
meg ryan curls . when jumper met louisa
a transatlantic interwoman expressway

green caresses . with damask spins . in cold
on the edge . shaved . against a huge window
you . naked and turned . se . ven . teen
a reflection . the outline of your face
the rise of a king and the fall of a queen
no twists . red shiraz . a long way from wessex
we met again at that time . in the hollow
like children . peeling oranges at the top