Misshapen moon

A misshapen moon

two birthdays in June

Three pinches of spice

Two cubes of ice

and a shot of whisky to go

but never to let up

that’s the dream I am writing to

with a pen that stutters

then dies half way

the ink on my hands dries up

soon after

reliving every nightmare that ever began

with “I too want to know you…”

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