lady day...

...she soon moves the pot, further to oneside
to capture the fullness of the heat, but is soon
staring down at all the ingredients that were boiling
now splattered against the Kitchen floor, her small
frame enraptured by an anger unable to be
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
contained... amounting to forays into swear words, a
plate thrown against wall, a cup against floor... the
ordeal is only calmed by the burial, the soils...
...she appeared out the haze of days gone by,
whiskey on breath, a cold air penetrates the dark
night, where she is stood staring, looking around,
apparently, after stopping to ask if she were fine,
looking around for a friend that has told her to wait
on Kingsland Road, she said... black night moves a
mask upon sleep, the incense of dreams falling into
the night, voices spring... insensate... the usual
chasm between...
...her friend failed to arrive, so we walked
along taken by the night... arriving to Queensbridge
Road after discussing ideas related to Grapefruits,
the misconception of what constitutes reality, a
local Madman we both knew called Ralphie... stood
staring out into the eyes cold, the hue of wind in
eyes seizing the sky between us, the taste of lips
soon less vital than the words, acts as we started to
delve into our worlds... where it had slowly, after a
week or two, become our game... our game
consisted of feint disclosures... some violences... sex
a game of who will come cum first, with a
scoreboard pinned up on the wall, and her promise
to adhere to telling the truth, accepting that i
couldn't do likewise, though competitive we both
remained... and after a week she had been winning
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