Our laughter became hysterical and desperate,

Wet lungs coughing yesterdays,

Scavengers trotting to our dens

With bellies tickled by the road.

 

Luck rode us, pulling and pushing our souls

Till everything became the pantomime for yes,

For ridicule and mirrors.

We'd outgrown our shadows

And forgotten the taste of wind.

 

The rain woke me.

The sky staked me,

Some passing pissing breeze

Invisible against unlikely blue.

 

There were teeth in the alley with me,

Broken and yet quite yellow.

Till someone smiled

I wouldn't know who.