Restart

Tonight I gave my soul to a room,
tonight I birthed my truth and the babies that came with it, scattered around the room as screaming bombs of times before.
Tonight I painted the walls yellow and orange with the stories of my youth.  
Tonight the maps all pointed to Suffolk
and Suffolk was sunk under an ocean of old tears.
Tonight the choir of chain smokers gathered in the hub of penship to drink, to have at it, to tell their tales before walking a long walk home and wanking in the darkness to Sting or to a Beatle.
Tonight silence is awaiting us all, slinking from the corner in a silver dress and broken stilettos, tipping drinks onto a bar and supping from the wet mess.
Tonight I am not alone in my chaos, the chaos dances as a barefooted child singing the songs of school assemblies long since changed and lost on the young.
Your tubes played like jazz tonight and I'm glad I wasn't jamming alone.