My love sets her jaw upon her anger
Sits with her back towards the High street
Collagen asymmetry, botox rictus
Her cheek a chiaroscuro of hunger
I sit opposite, without an answer
Observed by the pitiless eye of my espresso
Until the afternoon is torn in two
By raucous farting from a steely sphincter
A demon-fish, regal, mauls the bitumen
But not the crystal blankness of its eye
Nor the callous forgery of its heart
Hold any more room for love than friction
My love, an orchid of licentious hunger
Swoons toward the sound of summer thunder
Theme Park at its Darkest 