‘So, what’s for dinner?’
‘How much do you have darling?’
“Hang on, and I’ll check.’
Riding the train home,
through darken scenes with some lights,
and music playing.
The bus was delayed,
and in fact it never came,
so I just walked home.
The drums are beating,
in the night like they’re calling,
people to come eat.
It is feeling cold,
the wind bites like a nipper,
and laughs at your pain.
