Late at night I disassemble into pronouns
And stained glass trinkets
Of I and I and me and…
We
Never quite came on screen in this
Fuck-me-red film noir dream
Better judgment drips
Like icicles off the
Tips of our tongues
Barely skimming the surface in history
Of I and I and we…
[Lonely little fantasies]
Last words grey you down to
Technicolor
And you beg me to
Spread your skin across Hollywood blvd.
Etch you into fame
Angelic introspections
Over correcting and one dimensioned
I and I and me
Only me
[Only you]
Clear blue cascades
A vision in nostalgia
Like water for whisky
Only me
Still late at night I disassemble into pronouns
Shattered bits of brightly coloured glass
[Your image wasn’t meant to last]
Just I and I and me and…
We never got engraved into film
[No one will remember you]