6th August 2007 Revisited

I wonder

I wonder

(And often blunder at my wonder)

If my calling is wrong

If my bawling will be heard

Or my laughter muffled out

By thick coffee walls

I want to smoke

And smoke well

and be able to laugh at myself and you when we can't find the answers that stare at us from the page

I want to drink

There is no such thing as loving someone slightly

A love for someone lightly

If only he

Chitter chatter and he glances back at her

I am from London

My accent is from there too

I wish to smoke a cigarette

A cigarette for you baby

To mark this most dull occasion

This occasion of when

I think of you and feel my body crumble under the thought of you.

If I looked twice again

I'd see you

Maybe I would or wouldn't

The dim light lends itself nicely to this

To this and to us.

To us.

I'll watch the film.