your eyes

you're horizontal

ticking out tumbling

crowding my space

your blue eye implants

looking at everything

rapping around the folds

of my delineated lifestyle

your tongue tilting backwards

over this untidy space

you are more in my room than i am

what's this dance we're doing

your burial of me

deep in the earth surrounded

by your little clues

that betray

the fact that you live here

and i have dropped into the wallpaper

glued over by blue eyes tying

up pieces

of me

slipped into oblivion under

your better seeing self

(a tribute to The Banger Sisters - a great script)