The musings and boozings of 32a
The sacred place on my grandmother’s road
lies upside down: the bedrooms are
downstairs and the kitchen is above.
Said kitchen is hazy with the smoke of
a thousand cigarettes and laughter delirium.
All of the chairs are broken and there is
very little counter space. The table groans with bottles.
If you wish to flatter The Lady you
must comment on the fullness of her fruit bowl
or offer her tropical bubblegum that she can burn
to the dulcet tones of dimmed lights.
The walls are awash with clichés and paintings done in ash
and the tops of cupboards jangle as
and the triumvirate of girl, boy, girl, (boy) walk by.
The entrance to this kitchen is always open;
their chambers are perennially shut,
usually forgotten by those cut-eyebrow
fools who frequent them in their stupor,
until a bottle of whisky later circumstance snips the strings
and sticky smiles and unbrushed curtains of
hair invite you to descend and fling open
the door and drown in the cutlery draw
among the honeyed asian spoons.
To begin the evening upstairs and find yourself below
slumbering in the dragon’s lair is
how it must be; the natural progression.
The sacred place on my grandmother’s road
lies upside down: the bedrooms are
downstairs and the kitchen is above.
Said kitchen is hazy with the smoke of
a thousand cigarettes and laughter delirium.
All of the chairs are broken and there is
very little counter space. The table groans with bottles.
If you wish to flatter The Lady you
must comment on the fullness of her fruit bowl
or offer her tropical bubblegum that she can burn
to the dulcet tones of dimmed lights.
The walls are awash with clichés and paintings done in ash
and the tops of cupboards jangle as
and the triumvirate of girl, boy, girl, (boy) walk by.
The entrance to this kitchen is always open;
their chambers are perennially shut,
usually forgotten by those cut-eyebrow
fools who frequent them in their stupor,
until a bottle of whisky later circumstance snips the strings
and sticky smiles and unbrushed curtains of
hair invite you to descend and fling open
the door and drown in the cutlery draw
among the honeyed asian spoons.
To begin the evening upstairs and find yourself below
slumbering in the dragon’s lair is
how it must be; the natural progression.
