supplements

if it were just
you and me
cups and liquid pouring in
enoughness and
that old familiar sting
of an unmentionable mundanity

what I do with my times and
trajectories and keeping
the gaps between us
filled in, like the colouring book
I’ll buy for the plane trip
towards god-knows-where
it’s a skirt, it’s a paper cup
full of several years before
and waiting

controlling, understanding
nothing of shakespeare
the dresses, and the clever lines
here – right now – this week –
we await rain, and I recall
writing all that stuff about
weathers (hands cupping ears
to the future, which gallops surely,
certainly this way)

boy with a lispy tongue and
missing out on a quiet night
the trains roll in with a metal gaggle
of automatons. I go from week to
week with impossible thoughts
that are a broken/down/car
the street squeals and groans
respectively and despite the trees
it is a rough neck-of-the-woods
and ice in a cup sings to cracks
sings to splinters

I cook down the redness in preparation
for a meal. I am a paintbox of
hues that clash and reel. you communicate
properly and we make workable plans.
supplements tell us, don’t they,
what we mostly
need to know.