we are all damp
locked in the rains
of our own doubts

christening of the breaking
as each reaches the sweet spot

energy fire is smouldering in
the dark ovid pupil search
the white halo backlit
rush

each word like a flash
drinking formula
of faith

so daring slumped against
the brickwork
rising
the muse of windows
climbing
curtians and flower pots

television angels draped
in dreamy nod

hungry eyes of a cat
a cigarette tip
the coral press
of the daydream lip

we hunt illusions
with ballet bullet
feeling the shatter

our egos scatter
to regroup
like ripples in ruts
like the excitment
sizzling in our guts