THE GREAT GIG IN THE SKY---

1 am 
and snow is becoming the friend again
Pink floyd's great gig in the sky - bleeds into the wine glass
her hair trails track lines across the words she has just spat
dragging letters across rivers flowing razors cut in time
rented skin another's possessions 
 items of clothing beg deceit or retreat
faces puddle on a mixed spinning scrapbook floor
suicides a luxury in the end-scribbled on the unpainted art inspired wall
 single blade slices - trembling on decisions circus act
across the oldest tattoo - its palm readers touch
 one she remembers 
 one you slew

dragons walked with her to baroom thrones
 queens eating dollars throw the leftover bones
erected for seconds
ejaculated heavens
cheap wine and blended whiskey
stain the sheets that once sailed

where days disguised and counted
commit conversation carrying crystals in cars
dribbling colours 
 drunk rainbows ascend

seated on pavements crowded tears all applaud 
signs point to heaven
 hell climbs aboard
and under her flesh those years nest
scratched on the rock
an invisible tomb
the tongue hacked from silence
lays drowning in speech?