Needa

i need the desolate desperation of a lonely bum as he realises the bottle is empty

i need the anguished cry from the alley junkie as he does his last fifty on Sweet and Low

i need a paper bag full of broken light bulbs,

a bucket of sand from a night time shore line,

a small amount of generic binding agent

and a single strand of angry crones hair

i need to hold the lost, forgotten smiles and hearts, broken; both

i need the pure essence of the unimagined, the unhinged, the untried and the untrue

i need the fluff from the nostril of a sleeping bear’s nose

a coupla packets of really cheap Two Dollar Shop super glue

an empty Barbie doll box stuffed full of home brand penne pasta

and a Melvin the Mad Mop Monster special collector’s edition tutu

i need the tears of parting lovers cupped gently in the palms of my hands

i need to watch them spill through my fingers, fall away and be dashed on this page below