Theme Park at its Darkest

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 

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