We've been changed.

drink the ink from your pen
swallow the words that surface again
and again you'll sink down
live under your frown
for more than a couple of days.

nights are green with the glow
that buzzes as you follow
the light with your eyes
darkened t.v lit goodbyes
never sound quite like they should.

baptise yourself in wine
and try and follow the red line
drawn in a haze
it never conveys
quite what we wish it would.

green sunday grass bliss
lawning about with your deep kiss
has vanished behind the mirror
don't think i've never felt queerer
than the way i do now.