“PEOPLE CHANGE”28 July 96

Your room hangs heavy
with hot, stillborn air
the landscape across the road -
bricks and rotten window sills,
a home to you

Shelves packed, pock marked
with curled records and abandoned canesten
half read paperbacks, half read
”The Titanic”, “Tomorrows Dream”,
Your taste
your aspirations, cut down to size

A simple meaningless phrase
yellow fingers,
childhating thighs
driving us wild
with desire and disgust

I love someone else when I love you
I kiss someone else when I kiss you
all the love I give out is for me
but not much
not enough

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