Hands:

Let’s start again
She said with a poet-faced smirk
And a growl from the hot water,
Kitty-faced roar of all eternity kitchen howls,
Forks and spoons and knives pointing the wrong way
Dancing and singing to each other in back,
Floating upwards with the froth and smarting their way into the dishwasher,
Ferocious tea-towels and coffee hot-head
All floating upwards to air-conditioned oblivion,
And glass heavens in the dark and elderly living room with brimful o’em ghost creatures…the ice machine is talking to me! Stalking me…
Fuckin’ Psychedelic!
Psychotic man!
Psychotomimetic beerhead…
Ya crazy Drunkard!

Pippa x