Lotos Eater

What science is there To numbing of the heart To murdering a child A break before the road The late love of London Red and ovary free Green and golden gates Traffic lights shout Wet black Tarmac All in a walk home Red light mother Waits like a tree In a snowfall of oil Green light fountain Of starting and joy Proud in sex and honesty Raging openness fire Hard and trust In you the lotos night Insumed with you We leave each footstep behind Like litter on swept streets Consumed with you Our kisses melt like black Ravioli dishes and drugs Do numb this night Most of the way home The method is our genius Clean pressed from the mould Of our dinner talk I stay here in rain In this ecstasy In extrapathy Having kissed you A bump of Cain Why am I lost I here So settled on the coast Where you left me To sit and see The tube train sea Wash and watch the Shore of this moment In time thrown litter The butter of scallops Drunk from a shell The drugs do peroxide Changes to my time Tonight will burst From a sequence of tonights A cackle in a tragedy A sob in a comedy The audience wonders Where the noise came from Embarrassment and applause Raucous encores Incursions into wet maps Of midnight street walk Smoke around the tower Green and intoxicating Fumes of london We are all quiet on The tube Each of us Dreams Of lunches And love stories Remembers confusion Reality and disconnection Is the tube clatter a line of Cola sweet comforting Or night black lamenting A comet of passengers Dinner and numbing Your eyes in the dark Of my cheek My lips in The warmth Of your tongue Us in our moment This night